Unearthed

I pulled the overgrown remnants of my herb garden, putting it to bed for the season, and went over a mental list of all the things to do before winter began—change out the screens for storm windows, finish the yard work, bring down the draft blockers from the attic.

- SABRA CIANCANELLI

My husband, Tony, stood over me. “Come see what I found,” he said.

I followed him beyond the row of century-old apple trees to the side of our property, where, oddly, a weathered tool handle emerged straight out of the ground.

“I tripped over it,” he said.