Life is a fragile thing. As detectorist I think we have the potential to be much more aware of the the transformations that occur over the seasons. By virtue of the ground we dig in, we measure the seasons. We monitor the icy frozen solid ground of the winter, and eagerly await the early spring day that the digger slips easily into the muddy wet earth. We are conscious of the delicate new growth of the roots shooting skyward. We also realize the day that the sun is to hot to dig in the park without doing irreparable damage to the green summer lawns. The fall brings the return of cool days that allows for some of the best hunts of the year. The grandeur of the Autumn day lay in stark contrast to what is about to occur. All to soon, the cold embraces the earth and holds fast to our treasures for yet another year. Life is truly, a fragile and fleeting thing.
Once again I found myself at a little local park, and before long I was lost in my world of metal detecting. Today was officially the first day of Spring. The weather was beautiful, and I had a couple hours to detect. Life was good. This is the same park that produced the Barber Dime last week. I returned back to the old tree and dug a few nice Wheats. I was eager for some Silver, and when I received a good deep hit that responded in a promising manner, I dug with great excitement. I was down about 8 inches and the pin pointer tracked to the side of the hole. I started to get the feeling that I was about to uncover a rusty nail when a bent copper coin popped from the side wall.
The 1944 Wheat was unusually deep. It measured at just over 9 inches.
The bend in the coin had thrown a false pin point and elevated the VDI response to that of a Silver coin.
A fun dig, but not the Silver I was Looking for. I worked my way back across the small park to where my car was parked and decided to grid an area that had produced well in the past. It was not long before I realized what the detector was trying to tell me.
SpringSilver
Silver again from the old park. Never say hunted out!
I am always happy to find a coin where I have hunted in the past. As I grow, and learn, the finds continue to come. What a great way to end the hunt.
The day's take was just a few Wheats and a Mercury Dime, but combine that with the nice Spring weather and a few hours of peace and quiet, and you have a recipe for a nice hunt.
How many Winters had the coins I found lay in the ground? The cycle of life had passed over them countless times. I wonder what stories they could tell given the ability. I sat on the hood of my car for awhile and thought about the significance of the few old coins I had dug from the ground. As I looked up at the old park I could see the new green shoots of grass poking up through the thatch. The leaf buds on the trees were swelling beneath the thin skin of the new bark. Little purple nubs were pushing their way through the ground in the nearby flower beds. I then came to the realization that it is in fact the little things that more often or not signal the change of time. I looked down at the little mercury Dime I held in my hand. It is true, things that often go unnoticed, end up being some of our greatest treasures.
Keep Swing'in
Jack
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And Happy Hunting All 
When Im at an old site an find something old and cool, I just sit there and wonder who it was that lost it and what they were doing there. The last line in your post says it all.
It's not the value of what we find, it's the fellings we get from finding it. 
