I haven't been posting flower pictures this year as they would be identical to last year - daffodils, paperwhite narcissus, the usual. But here are a couple, just because:
As I say, nothing new - violets, grape hyacinths, the usual suspects.
A friend suggested these are dog heath violets, I know not.
But on to the real subject. I got a call out of the blue last night from my cousin. She and her husband were touring our family homeland in Kentucky. She wanted to know what I knew, specifically about the birth and death dates of our great-grandfather, as she was going to visit the Baptist church in the town and wanted to find his gravesite. I told her, she was able to find it and sent me a picture. He must have been successful as the grave marker is impressive. I won't post a picture as our actual family name is not "Grit" - shocking, I know, right? Anyway, she also found a big ol' mess of gravestones in the same cemetery with our name on them - must have been 30 or 40 of them. I had never seen such a thing. Probably the only way you could get that many of us together in one place without a big fight breakin' out.
We talked for an hour or so, there were many stories I had never told her about the summer of '67 that I spent working for her father in Greenwood. He died the next year, she was quite young and I was able to fill in some of the blanks about the shop and the business and other family history. I also told her about the time I unloaded a boxcar full of bags of cement in the hot Mississippi sun, that made her chuckle.
Then, I got to thinking about it - heck, if I could pick up and carry nearly 300 pounds of cement when I was 17 years old, what's stopping me from such mighty endeavors today? Why nothing, that's what. So that thought, combined with me watching the archeology show (does this kippa make my head look dusty?) got me to thinking about a project I have been working on, once in a while, right here in my yard.
Ten years ago I started building a mound, as that's part of the Mississippian culture - mound building. I had stopped adding to it because all the dirt I was buying had organic material in it and even though I built the mound quite tall it shrank as the organic parts rotted. But this year I started burying old pottery I had made in the mound - because every self-respecting mound has to have treasures buried in it.
Then I started getting more dirt and piling that on top. Last night I decided to haul an old cement planter full of dirt up on to the top of it. So today I did:
It only weighs a couple hundred pounds so it wasn't that big a deal, now I am inspired to haul more rocks up the hill. I think I will make it my own personal observatory for sunsets. If I have learned anything from archeology, and it's not clear that I have, it is as follows:
People can move great weights,
Stones and piles of dirt last a long time,
Pottery allows people in the future to date the entire heap.
So there you have it - my contribution to future mysteries.