In the midst of backsliding, it's nice to hear about progress.
Full day of work. Came home, ate, decided to shift a bit of the long grass stalks of the fall's mulch. Pulled up some plastic, which ran under the big stone. So I moved the stone, and pulled the plastic. There was such a nice patch of bare earth, I dug just a little. Then a bit more, as more plastic appeared at the edges, I moved the big stone again, and dug more because what the hell, it's light and warm. Came across more of the localized white layer I found last year. Had to get most of that out. Also found an old brick. Then some of the white crumbly hard stuff, attached to a metal layer.
So, here's my theory, it's an old water line that limed up, broke, and was replaced elsewhere, and deeper. Found a bit of metal tool, of mysterious use. Maybe a photo tomorrow.
And, yes, I got carried away. D is understanding, and refers to it as my archeology site.
Oh, and it was 77˚F (25C) today. April in these parts, gods.
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It really does sound like an archeology dig. If I was to dig, all I would get is a few inches of soil below which are some number of feet of clay and rocks. Below that, I have no idea.
We received between 25-35mm of rain over the last 24 hours, it is ending presently. Tomorrow only getting up to 4C and next day warming up to double-digits.
I'm sending my boys down to your dig site, they would be thrilled at the thought of excavating something! Wasn't the weather delicious? Spent the day at the extension farm; planted 140 trees and got a little too much sun. But it felt so good!
Phil,
You never know.
FG,
City plots, a good century of habitation, stuff beneath. Mostly, it is just clay.
I can understand how it leads you on to the next bit and the next bit... Someday you'll have dug it all and have that feeling of satisfaction.
Nimble,
Then it will be the next weed, more amendment, another plant or seed to try... . This is a life choice, now.
There's nothing more enjoyable and addictive (well, perhaps there is, but I don't know about it!).
RR,
I suspect the first philosophers were gardeners. Easy to think about it as a metaphor for life, and paying forward.
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