George Rogers Clark memorial. Very impressive structure, though I’m disinclined to be impressed by any “conquest of the west.” Glory to the builders?

Wheatland, IN. One of those little southern Indiana towns with dilapidated structures that give evidence of past prosperity. Railroad tracks run right through the middle. This is farm country, so maybe a place where the area’s products left for market? There’s still a lot of semis running through.

Setting out on my trip to Vincennes and Evansville mounds with the full moon ahead and pink sunrise behind. Feels propitious.

I bought an AccuSharp sharpener on the recommendation of Megan Fitzpatrick and it did a good job on my kitchen and pocket knives. An affordable, no-fuss solution for those cases.

It’s been another beautiful day. Dark now, but the back door is still open. It’s good to hear kids playing in the neighborhood.

I know no one in power gives a shit about the health of the planet, especially not the so-called experts traveling the globe to talk about it. But then you read something like this and it shocks even my bitter self.

A proverb is one man’s wit and all men’s wisdom.

Lord John Russell, as quoted by Jackson Crawford in this (as always) excellent video “Odin and Wisdom.”

It’s a beautiful spring day here. Rachel is outside giving our pond its spring cleaning. I’m inside preparing a budget presentation. One of these things is more fun than the other.

We heard a hawk call while we were doing some transplanting, looked up, and saw three(!) of them. Every time I see a hawk I think of the Robinson Jeffers’ poem title: “give your heart to the hawks.”

First sighting of the frog in our pond this year! Looks like he survived the winter. Can you see his head poking above the water near the edge?