We are enjoying our fifth day of sunshine. Temperatures are summer-style. Today is slightly cooler at 78 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s a quiet Sunday. After the morning church service, the family settled in to small projects. I am catching up on my church notes and on some online writing assignments. The Historian is working on her report for school. Beetle Bailey is working on a large Lego project (but has some Algebra that awaits him). Injane and Sniffy are enjoying the great outdoors. Now that the winter snows are dissolved, the kids have rediscovered the wonders of the metal detector.
Living in an old house on old property can be rewarding for treasure seekers. We’ve found several old coins, including a 1918 Mercury dime and an 1900 Indian Head penny. Plus loads of rusty old horse and buggy hardware, and discarded electrical wiring.
They are saying that the metal detector is picking up something valuable. But their hole is nigh well a foot deep and nothing much found yet. Lots of ashes. This part of the area used to be the ash dump, I guess. There is an incredible amount of old broken dishes and glass in this yard. It is treacherous to have a garden, as large shards of glass fragments burp up from the soil after the frost heaves of the winter.
Mr. Mecomber is repairing the clothesline– the line we created a few years ago. We’ve discovered that we can hang five or six loads of laundry in one swipe over this blazing-hot asphalt, and it will dry in less than an hour. Some folks might think it’s a lot of work all summer long, but you should see our electricity bills here in New York State! It’s definitely worth it.
The snowplow killed one of our clothesline posts– snapped it in half– so we have to replace it. I’ve got a hole dug for the new one (I have to go buy the new post and some cement yet). Mr. M is trying to remove the jagged portion of the post that sticks up out of the ground.
And with summer-like temps and summer-like outdoor activities, we also get the summer-like smells of “dairy air,” as Mr. M describes it. Farmers are going high on the hog with manure these days. I don’t think they wait for the manure to ripen anymore. It sure smells fresh. The nearest farm is about 2 miles down the road from us, and pwwweeew, it’s mighty stinky. I have a few air cleaners going full throttle in the house at times… doesn’t do much when the air is heavy like this.
23. April 2008 at 12:25 am
I can relate to the “dairy air”. We have corn/wheat fields all around the house,and the farmer has been going “hog wild” with the spreader these days! ick. The only one that likes it is the dog!lol