Arrowhead Hunting

"You are the only adult I know who likes to go exploring," my grandson Logan once told me. I took it as high praise. One of our favorite activities was going on exploring adventures on our farm.  Today I decided to go exploring by myself along our creek to see if I could find arrow heads. While I have never found an arrowhead, nor do I know the first thing about finding one, I would like to, so I trekked through what I am sure was poison ivy to the creek. Round, little coon tracks and sharp, pointy deer tracks lingered there in the soft mud. A green glass bottle and a complete red truck light sparkled in the sand by the creek.  I wondered if someone hundreds of years in the future would be excited to find something like that. I imagined this futuristic person telling a friend, "You'll never believe what I found. It was a light that was made for one of those huge gas guzzling trucks from back when people actually used fossil fuels to operate vehicles!"  I carried the light home and proudly showed it to my husband. "Yeah...I'm guessing it probably doesn't work," he said.  He has no imagination. I think I will set it on a shelf until I find that arrowhead to replace it.

Walking East

My last blog was about taking a walk west of my house; in this blog I will walk east. It is a more scenic route, but much harder on the legs, because there are steeper hills to hike. Since I am always thinking of songs that fit the situation, and because my Bane relatives came from Scotland, I kept singing (in my head, of course), "Oh, ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland afore ye...."  This is the low road, because it leads to our low water crossing.  Today I took my camera and looked around to see what I could share with my friends.

The first beauty I noticed was this pink old-fashioned rose blooming on a road bank.

Below is the Middle Fork of Salt River. I always pause here to soak in the sound of the flowing water, and cool off a little.

 A tiny orange butterfly feeds on nectar from the middle of this white morning glory.

Is that a rabbit over there?

 

I hope you enjoyed our walk in the country this fine Missouri morning!

You Come, Too

As I was walking on our country road yesterday, I kept thinking of the Robert Frost poem, "The Pasture" and particularly the line, "You come, too." I wanted to share some of the sights I saw with you, so today I brought my camera to illustrate the poem. Here are Frost's words with my pictures of our pasture. Come along with me!     The Pasture          by   Robert Frost (1874–1963) I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan’t be gone long.—You come, too.  I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan’t be gone long.—You come, too. *  I hope you enjoyed the poem and our walk in the pasture. If you did, I may take you on more walks with me this summer.