I like to trot these out now and then–the “ringing rocks.”
Jambo, everybody, Mr. Nature here. I’ve visited this boulder field in Pottstown, Pennsylvania. Probably left behind by the melting of the Ice Age glacier, these rocks yield musical notes when struck with a hammer. No one knows for sure why they do that; and worldwide, there are only a very few places where this happens.
Somewhere there must be someone who has learned how to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb” or “Happy Birthday” on the ringing rocks.
God’s stuff–He’s left us so many things to think about!