My Mama and Rocks

My friend Erica was visiting my mother in Mississippi. Erica had just bought a Vespa, and managed to get it in her car. She says to my Mama, "Guess what's in the back of my car?"
Mama's response? "Is it rocks? I love rocks. What kind are they?"
This has now become our standard response to any query beginning with "Guess what...", like "Guess what my husband got me for our anniversary," or "Guess what I from Netflix today?"
"Is it rocks? I love rocks. What kind are they?"
All of this to say, my mother loves rocks, and my mother loves me, so when I thought about what photo from Ireland would bring her the most joy, I knew just what to do.
Me, with Irish rocks. She is probably shaking with joy looking at this.