Working at the shop Friday morning I left early. Shame on me. The storms came later. We were safe once again. Batesville had a tornado about thirty miles from our house. Thursday horrible winds and storms hit Arkansas and we lost two people. We personally were lucky. We have a few limbs down and a creek flood but nothing we couldn't deal with like we always do.
One advantage of living at the end of a dead end road in the middle of nowhere is I CAN wear my night gown while I search for treasures during a storm. The rocks don't care how I dress.
Bonnie and I are battling over where the water lilies should be planted. She keeps removing my pots and moving them around the yard. They don't grow very well in the yard. Now if I could train her to pull weeds it would be perfect.
It is fun to get muddy. Holding some muddy chips of chert and flint, the by product of flint napping to make arrow heads for their weapons. I found two or three hands full of flakes and chips.
This is the damaged arrow head I found today. This style will spin through the air as it heads to the target.
One of the many treasures nestled in this valley of springs.
The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed. I love the intensity of the storm while knowing I was okay. I tried to edit a movie so you could witness the fun and listen to my Southern twang. My edit failed. You will just have to take my word for it that the walk was exhilarating.
