I have one near my front step. One of my grandsons built it of local rock they collected on walks down to Bear Swamp. I have respected it and left it where they placed it. It reminds them to return to their grandmother and grandfather's house.
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I know the Native Americans in the lower 48 states also used rocks piled in certain formations to show directions, mark a trail, or tell where a cache was located. They were called cairns.
Another neighbor who spends time in Hawaii each winter told me she has seen similar stacks of rocks in Hawaii. I read that while they supposedly show respect for native deities, they are also troublesome to park rangers and scientists.
You are probably thinking how does this qualify as a "garden moment"? Well, it's in my front garden--and it's been raining for 2 days. So all I can do is look out the windows and wish for sunshine. Meanwhile, I was spending time looking through the front window at the stones piled up along my front walk and watering my houseplants...
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