Finding arrowheads

When I was a kid, my siblings and I enjoyed finding projectile points left by the Native Americans.  We generally referred to them as arrowheads or Indian arrowheads, though some might have been made for tipping much larger projectiles than arrows.  Sometimes they could be found in a cultivated field, sometimes even in the crawl space of the house, but most it seemed we found where the grass didn't grow under the oaks, and successive rains would erode a layer of soil and expose them.
I liked to pride myself on finding treasure, but I think my siblings were actually better at spotting them.  I did find one that I especially like.  I was waiting for the school bus (and that right there was highly unusual--I usually was flying out the door in disorganized chaos as the driver tooted his horn) and looked down.  There on the ground was a wonderful projectile point with only a little chip on one side.  I like to look at it and wonder about the individual who made it and what his life was like.  We consider that a primitive culture, and yet it took a practiced skill to make the point and use it successfully.
The one on the right is the one I found at the school bus stop.

 

Do you have a collection of projectile points?

Thanks, Arthur W. Kelley (wherever you are)

Several years ago, my friend Lea, Caleb, and I hiked a little of the trail around Falls Lake.  I think circumstances are going to allow Lea and me to hike a little more of the trail.  (If Caleb can't go with us I will miss him keenly.  He has been my best nature-walk buddy since he was about four years old.)  I pulled out my map to plan my hike.  I do love maps, and I have a wonderful map that was mailed to me by one Arthur W. Kelley.  The map was free; all I had to do was send a SASE.  I could upgrade to waterproof paper for a dollar, which I did.  I thought I would go back to his webpage and see what other maps or what updates he had made.  I was sad to see a notice that he had moved out of state and was no longer making maps of Falls Lake Trail or the Eno River Trails.  (I did find an Art Kelley on the web out in California on a webpage that was "as simple as possible but no simpler."  That did make me smile.)  I want to say thanks to Arthur W. Kelley and all the people who, like him, give to their community out of the goodness of their heart with no expectation of anything in return other than the satisfaction of knowing they are improving the quality of life for their fellow man.
Happy trails to you!

New Ground

Caleb spends a lot of time playing music.  He has recently joined Victoria Lee and New Ground.  I think this band will keep him pretty busy.  He plays with other bands, too.  I'm not sure what a person does when the schedules of the different bands conflict.  (So far, he hasn't signed any contracts.)
Tomorrow night he will be at Common Grounds with Hi Grass, filling in for the mandolin player.
I guess we have to credit Roger with teaching Caleb to play.  Roger's been playing for ages.  Here he is on his bunk in Vietnam, picking and grinning.

 

Long live good mandolin picking!

More from my window

I love the fact that our desk is positioned so that I can look out the window.  Here are a couple of more pictures I've taken from my chair at the computer. 
The rascally rabbits are proliferating.  Watch out, fall crops!

 

Somehow this picture of the cardinal reminds me of a kid on the edge of the pool, deliberating about taking a plunge.

 

If you can't be outside, may you always have a seat near the window.

Summer tanager

Just shot this picture through the window.  I didn't have time to set up the little tripod.  This is the yellow bird, the female (or possibly immature male?) summer tanager.

Blueberry muffins (and squash)

I recently made a third batch of blueberry muffins, and I modified the recipe just a little.  I had been using a recipe I found called Grandmother Hinckley's Blueberry Muffins, and I like it fine.  However, there were some very ripe bananas languishing in the kitchen, and I decided to use one in the mix.
I added one banana (mashed it in the mix after I had added the egg), added some chopped walnuts and a dash of cinnamon with the flour.  Because of the added sweetness and moisture of the banana, I reduced the sugar to a scant half cup (if I remember correctly) and reduced the milk to 1/4 cup.  They turned out well.

We're nearing the end of the blueberry harvest but the squash is bearing in earnest.  I picked these this morning.

 

Hope you're enjoying the summer produce.

Turning the calendar page

Time to turn the calendar page! 
Just like the seasons of nature, seasons of life change, and sometimes I can't help feeling a little melancholy as I watch friends and loved ones age.
I find it a bit easier to embrace the changes of the seasons of nature, and I sense many changes as summer advances and promises to bring fall.  The fall weeds are starting to sprout.  Summer grasses are trying their best to seed.  The days are incrementally shortening.  I mowed the grass again today.  There is lespedeza in the lawn that likes to strut its stuff this time of year.  The common bermuda grass wants to go to seed, and there is a tender grass that grows over the septic drain field that is just hard to stay on top of this time of year.  (No herbicidal soup on the lawn for me; I just mow whatever grows.)  Lots of things are blooming too.  The crepe myrtles are in bloom, and the bark is being exfoliated.  Using the table top tripod my friend Lea gave me,

 

I set up my camera in the window, hoping to catch the little gray gnatcatcher or the summer tanagers that were flitting through the crepe myrtle.  No luck, but I shot a close up of the tree to see how the tripod could help me hold the close up pictures steady.  You can see the lovely cinnamon colored trunks as the bark peels off in sheets.

 

 

The crepe myrtle in the front yard is in bloom, looking classy and elegant with its white and green canopy.

 

 

To the left of the white crepe myrtle is a pink seedling crepe myrtle.  I love the clear pink color.  I kept thinking I would transplant it to my permanent property, but since it seems I'm stuck here, I'm not sure what to do with it.  There is really not room for it in the border it's currently growing in.

 

In the back yard is another pink crepe myrtle.  It was one I dug up at the last place Roger's parents lived.  It usually gets a bad case of cercospora leaf spot, but so far this year, it hasn't done so badly.

 

Other things in bloom in my yard on the first day of August are my rose of Sharon,

some zinnias,

 

 

phlox 'David,'

 

 

Texas mallow,

 

some lingering blooms on the butterfly weed (along with the interesting seed pods from earlier blooms),

 

 

sedum 'Autumn Joy,'

 

 daylily 'Final Touch,'

 

 a pot of begonias that I rooted from cuttings,

 

 and the ultimate sign of the advancing season, goldenrod.

 

As you turn the pages of life's calendar, make sure to stop and smell the flowers.