We loved picking sapphires out of the Montana gravel so much that we brought back a bucket-load to search through at home. That will occupy a few autumn evenings while we wait for the big ones to come back from the cutter.
We also bought ten pounds of Zambian gravel in which supposedly lurks a garnet or two. They say you are guaranteed to find at least one garnet in each bag.
Aya dished out a bowl-full, washing and swirling over the balcony wall.
Muddy stone soup.
There, that dark, glassy one in the lower middle right.