Spent the day helping to excavate a nineteenth-century farm site in Delaware. The site belonged to a free black preacher from the 1840s on, one of the founders of what was for a while a thriving little black community.
The field was full of these charming mushrooms, sprouted, I suppose, because of the dousing the state got from Irene.
Found this interesting button.
But a more typical haul from one of our plowzone test units looks like this.
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