The rock Monday I found a rock. I was digging the soil of my little garden and I found a big piece of rock. I was not exactly digging, I was preparing the dirt in order to grow some vegetables later. It must be done now if I want the soil to be ready for the next spring. So I was working when, with a big noise, my spade met a rock. I had already met numbers of other little stones before, then I did not expected this one to be different. As I usually proceeded I searched for it through the dirt with my fingers, and when finally touched it I tried to find its bounds. But this time it was to be most complicated. I persevered, I used a smaller shovel, and eventually it took me twenty minutes to dig out a heavy rock, as large as my head, and I had no idea what to do with it.