I don’t want to be the great enemy of biscuits and gravy

All of a sudden, there are painted rocks along my path.

This has been going on for a while, I guess, but I never saw them in my neighborhood. Now, however, someone has more time on their hands, or a desire to reach out, or has lost their mind in isolation – whatever the reason – and little painted stones are appearing everywhere.

When I saw the first one, I didn't think much of it. I think it was a …