Discovery!

Husband found a geode in the dry creekbed on the edge of the property and Fiorella is thrilled. Fio will add the geode to her rock collection, which, in fact, has grown so large that she is not quite sure what to do with it, but which she absolutely refuses to winnow.

Flint is Fio's specialty. It is so basic--fires are made with flint, and thus each piece of flint is a romance to Fio, a connection with bygone, mayhap ancient, peoples. The Tonkawas, or later, the Apaches or Comanches, might have lived along this creek for a while, manufacturing arrowheads and scrapers. Maybe someone older than they, along the line of the Clovis culture, lived here and touched these very same rocks and stones. Maybe some of their DNA still lingers and Fio can soak it up somehow and experience some of their lives--only the best parts of course. Fio does not want to soak up death, destruction, or disease.

She has quite enough of that in her current world, thank-you.