Did I say fun? I meant dangerous.
Perhaps, when you think of treasures found in the dirt around an old home, you imagine cool old glass bottles and other interesting artifacts of a time gone by. Maybe you think about that one time you were digging in the dirt at the teeny tiny house you lived in when you were really young and you found an old, small toy truck.
And by "you," I mean "me." I wonder whatever happened to that truck?
When the weather's nice, I do quite a bit of digging around here. I love planting flowers, and although the previous owners had done some landscaping, it's been a joy to add it.
At this point, I really can't remember what all I planted over the course of the recent summer and spring seasons, but I know I planted a couple drumstick primroses, an english primrose, several purple coneflowers, some asters, alaska shasta daisies, and a few pink astilbe.
And I think I tripped and fell and planted seven mums.
And I just planted 74 tulips bulbs a couple weeks ago. I'm pretty anxious to see how they'll come up in the spring: ten pink impression, 14 white and red and pink ones whose name I can't remember, and 50 of the new orange impressions I spied in the Breck's Wholesale catalog. That thing will be the death of me.
Curiously, the only thing I could think about while digging all those holes for the bulbs was how comforting it will be for Derek and the kids to have these beautiful flowers with which to console themselves in the spring if I die this winter.
I'm not sick or anything. You just never know.
Digging holes, contemplating tulips and death, I found the newest stash of broken glass and rusty nails in one of our flower beds.
That's right. Nearly every time I get to digging around the perimeter of the house, I come across broken glass, rusty nails, or broken glass mixed in with rusty nails if I'm particularly lucky that day.
On the rare occasion I'm not playing it fast and loose with tetanus, I'm hacking away at tree roots that sprawl just under the surface of the yard, stretching out from the GIGANTIC conifer in our front yard that I just know is going to crush our house someday.
Which I'll write about tomorrow. (Depending on how Adelaide's parent/teacher conferences go tonight. If anything fun happens there, I'll be sure to let you know. I wouldn't count on it, however; she's a good student, which creates zero fodder for the blog. So ungrateful.)