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We inherited junkA mysterious item appeared in the sink the other day, and it stayed there for a couple days and did not make any move to leave."What is going on with this dirty jar in the sink?" I asked my husband. "Oh, I found it out back and brought it inside." "Why?" "Because it can be used for something." "So...you're finding things in the backyard and bringing them inside the house?" "Sometimes." You cannot dig more than a few inches on our property without unearthing some type of artifact. Usually, a dirty, broken, useless one with no antique value whatsoever, unless you consider 1985 to be a vintage year. A feeling of general messiness is prevalent on our land. My husband believes part of the backyard was used for an auto repair business at one time, and one corner appears to have been where someone just dumped and buried any old thing. Every time I garden, bits of broken pottery, cassette tape, metal, rusty nails, and other assorted garbage are unearthed in a spontaneous archaeological dig. The garden I am thinking of for this spring will most certainly become an excavation site in a matter of hours. Sometimes it takes no effort at all to find these things. After a good rain, the soil in the yard shifts and objects are brought to the surface- a random lip gloss, a car radio antennae, more cassette tape. Sometimes the dogs uncover them before we do, and try to bring them in the house. Now my husband is trying to do it. "What purpose did you think this would serve?" I ask, good-naturedly. "You could use it for canning." "No. Filthy, rust-covered jars unearthed from the backyard are not sanitary for canning." "But, see, the rust is only on the outside rim..." While everyone is looking through their seed catalogs dreaming of their bountiful future, my gardening thoughts involve less of wondering what I will plant, and more of wondering what I will find. By the way, thank you to everyone who posted helpful suggestions on which chapter of the Bible I could memorize for my project. Our Pastor suggested the lovely, poetic, and mercifully brief Isaiah 55, and I have taken that suggestion. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 59 of 95 } { Next Page } |
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