I had originally intended for this to look more like dry acidic wasteland. However, the cakes of clay dirt began to look more like stones and I decided I really liked the look and feel of them. The message is the same. It is infertile ground. This would be a seemly impossible place for our lone little pine to grow. It's hard for anything to grown in stony ground. I often have to check my own heart to see if it is still soft and fertile. If I allow it to turn stony and infertile then my relationships with others cannot grow and flourish. I appreciate the people in my life who are willing to continue to grow with me even when my personal failings make me into stony ground.