This past week the weather was up and down- a 50-degree day after lots of rain gave us soggy ground, and, although it has since frozen and snowed with a possible icy mix on the way, we used that warm day to get a few chores done.
One of the black walnut trees which had been laden with gorgeous sweeping limbs (making a magical hiding spot on the top of the tiny hill) lost a good-sized limb this past fall during a major wind storm. It has sat broken on the hill since then. We finally got around to releasing the limb and then cutting it up. We’ve stacked the wood and will bring it down to the woodshed soon so that we can use it to heat the family room next year.
We got the remaining pots into the garage and even did some raking in one of the numerous flower beds so that we will be sure to see the tiny snowdrops when they appear later this spring. We continued to put our food waste into our compost bins and gathered up the last of the fallen apples as well. The Christmas tree came down and the antique ornaments have been packed away.
The highlight though was digging for treasure out by the barn. Because our house is so old we know there are areas where trash was buried in the last two hundred years. We’ve found shards of bottles, intact bottles, and bits of ceramic plates or vases. This weekend our son found a golf-ball-sized bisque doll’s head. For me, it was the highlight find! The kids thought it was quite creepy. We also found a circa 1930’s liquid pectin bottle in one piece.
I’ve got a small bucket full of our finds and keep wondering what to do with them. I did see a great Instagram post the other day with a glass hurricane candle holder which was full of these little ceramic shards. I love that idea. I’m sure the original inhabitors of this house over all the years are laughing at us bringing in all the trash. One man’s trash…