We are still busy clearing out the front yard. It’s hard work. The briars are daunting and the project seems never ending. We’ve realized that it’s best to set limits on the amount of work we do in a day. Four to five hours is pretty much our limit, otherwise, I get hangry, and cranky and there’s telling who or what I’m ready to put through that chipper/shredder.
And, we’ve also realized that every project brings the need for a new “tool” for Chris. This time we needed bolt cutters to get rid of old barbed wire and old fencing, bent and twisted under the weight of years of vines that have wrapped themselves over, around and between the fencing like arthritic fingers creating a gnarled mess.
It isn’t all a gnarled mess, though. The “stream” is trickling from the springhouse, the grass is beginning to green as the snow melts and the daffodils are beginning to peek up from under the leaves. But the daffodils aren’t the only things peeking up from under the leaves.
While we haven’t found any truly old relics in the front yard, it paints a picture of those who have lived here in the recent past. We’ve found sneakers, and toy trucks, an Incredible Hulk and a Frisbee, beer cans and soda cans and a “piece” of hose that ended up being 3(!) 100 foot hoses once we started to pull it out.
And then I found this! It popped up from under the leaves as I was raking, staring up at me with a snarly smile. I think it’s a fox – but I’m not really sure. Startled is an understatement. Now I know to be prepared for anything!