The pile of debris out behind the barn was here when we moved in, and it only grew bigger as we worked on improvements around the property.
In May, after almost two years of seeing that unsightly pile every day, we finally rented a dumpster.
A really big one.
And the girls and I got to work filling it.
It was like an archaeological dig - layer after layer marked the changes this property has seen.
First there was the old rotten round-pen we tore down last year, followed by all the debris we removed from next to the pumphouse the year before. Underneath that was trash from the new appliances they installed right before we bought the place, then old suitcases and tires they must have added to the pile before they put the property on the market. Then came the layer of pieces of electrical wiring and construction trash from when they built the garage. Under that there were giant roots and branches left over from the tree they took out to build the garage, all mixed in with random household trash...old pictures, a toilet seat, clothing and plastic bags.
Gloves. Good thick gloves, long sleeves, and boots. And a sense of humor.
That's the only way we could have gotten the job done.
But we did it! All we've got left are some giant rotten stumps and logs,
which we'll burn once they're dry enough...
and when the yearly burn ban is over!
