This caught my eye while I was putting lime on one of the newly-tilled garden rows:
An arrowhead, with the tip broken off. Our neighbor, who has lived his whole life in this area and is intimately familiar with the land, told Gavin that he has found arrowheads here. I wonder about who might have inhabited this place so many years ago, and how different it must have been.
Gavin found something exciting also, growing not ten feet from the yurt:
A very large morel! Yummy!