Snowdrops (which we had no idea existed on our property until they burst forth with all the vigor of an invading army this spring):
Gladiolas, Dahlias, and two kinds of sprouting mystery bulbs, which we uprooted, broke up, and replanted with hope and prayers and optimism:
Sourdough English muffins, and ensuing delicious lunches:
Decomposing organisms, hopefully mostly in our (outdoor) compost heap. I haven’t got a picture of that, so here’s one more thing we’ve unearthed that delights us:
Did we do some lanscaping and edging with 103 year old bricks buried in the yard? Yes.
Did we discuss the onset of World War I while doing so? Oh yes.
Literally stumbling across American antiquity all the time is among the best things about living in the wilds of urban Connecticut.