My backyard is a graveyard to local history. Every morning that the yard is not covered in snow I walk through it. Meandering on the new trails that we have been building in it. What I find shocking is the amount of glass that grows and seemingly appears where it was not before. I can pick up all sizes and colors of glass one day. The next come out to find it replaced by different breeds.
It's somewhat like finding glass at a beach. It's pretty sometimes. I save the good pieces and have been incorporating them into my rock steps.
This past weekend we were lucky enough to have a neighbor bring a petite backhoe over and pull out some stumps that were a nuisance. The starpad is gone and this side of the yard is filled with new debris that has been unearthed. Yesterday while going through the dirt I found one of those weights that is a pulley for old wooden windows.
Most of the stuff is garbage and is tossed, but once in a while a treasure is found. The shit grows out there overnight. The other day I was digging and unearthed a big metal bracket. How after month after month of digging in the same place did it get there?
One of our favorite finds, the coal cart tag. A brass tag numbered 689 and also stamped with NWI (Northwestern Improvement Company). The bigwig company back in the old mining days.
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