Unearthed while digging for the bean-field at the Little Cactus Ranch: tiny glass bottle, completely intact, rippled one side, smooth the other with a numeral 5 on the bottom.
In a parallel life, not the one with milk goats, I am an archaeologist.
Digging the earth in old properties almost takes me into that parallel dimension.
Until now only rusted nails, fragments of glass and broken china have turned up. A whole bottle, no matter how small, is a treasure! A milagro.
