The Rock

This morning while getting laundry sorted and picking up Dicks from the bedroom floor (yep after 47 he still does) I knew by the weight he hadn't emptied his pockets.  It took me a few years to faithfully check pockets, too many wallets have been washed too many times. Today was a wallet, change, a few dollars, a jack knife and a rock.

I held that rock for minutes thinking of all the rocks I have taken from my kids pockets and mine.  Now I find one in Dick's pocket.  Good timing it gave me the quiet time to pull up some wonderful memories.  The kids loved finding a special one to bring to us.  Even my grand kids have handed me their special rocks.  I have held so many rocks in my hands, they just seemed to find so many keepers.  I still have some of the rocks and seashells from so long ago.  All of them are treasures with a memory.

I asked Dick about "the rock" when he came in from the barn.  It is the type of rock the Indians used for arrowheads.  He also said, it is hard to find this kind of rock.  I'm sure he is going to be on the high alert lookout from now on.  Another rock to add to my collection ♡

When we lived next to the Oswayo Creek on the Horse Run Farm my dad found quite a few arrowheads.  In the spring after plowing the fields and it rained dad and mom would walk the fields looking for arrowheads.  He said fresh plowed ground and a rain made the arrowheads glisten and easy to find.  I still have one packed away.  We always imagined along the creek on the high fields was where the Indians probably camped or lived.  They say Horse Run got it's name from early settlers giving direction and saying where the horses run. Don't know for a fact but sounds good.

Today has been picking peas, beans, beets and a hill of potatoes.  We froze the peas (last picking ;), gave the beans away,  (we have enough froze and canned), we pickled the beets.  Thank goodness for a beautiful view out the kitchen window. It was a lot of hours Cook'n by the Creek today.  I saved out a couple cups of peas, cooked a few fresh dug potatoes, added milk, butter, salt and pepper and we had a great pea and potato soup.  Also that favorite "buttermilk corn bread" with butter!  The rain dropped the temperature to 66 so canning and baking bread was no problem.  Usually canning season is like being in a hot sauna, not so this year with the cooler than normal temperatures.

My muscles are sore, fingers are purple, clothes are stained and it has been a most satisfying day in Clara, Pa ♡