Progress: working on the flower garden

Today, I decided to get started on the flower garden off the Old Kitchen.  When my mother came by a couple of days ago, we talked about what was there, what she wanted, and what I was thinking of doing.  I now know that the vines, while deliberately planted, turned out to be invasive, so she wants them gone.  There are several bushes she wants to stay, but the greenery below can go completely.  The fence will also be removed, but she doesn’t care if any new fence gets put up again later.  It can stay down.

I had already started clearing the area a bit.  Now that I know my mother is good with the greenery being gone, I have decided that I will start doing “lasagna garden” type layering to build up the soil, while at the same time killing off the invasive plants.

I intend to keep the rhubarb, which will be fairly easy to work around, and the chives are on the outside of the fence line, but whatever onions are growing among the crab grass will be buried, too.

First order of business, then, was to remove the fencing.  My daughters would continue to clean around the yard, but instead of taking the raked leaves to the big garden, I asked them to pile it near the flower garden, and I will use it later.

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The first section to work on was the “gate”.  I’d used a stick to prop it open, because it kept flopping.

When I moved the bright yellow thing hanging there, it was actually the first time I’d looked closely at it.  I had just thought it was some sort of decoration.

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Turns out, it’s a glass hummingbird feeder!

I really like it.

No idea why it was left hanging there, instead of being taken inside for the winter.  Now that I think of it, it may well have been hanging there for years.

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This is the toy rocking horse I’d found buried in the leaves and other dead foliage, when I had first started cleaning the area.

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This is the opposite end of the fencing by the gate.  It just sort of ends, sticking out past the clothes line platform.

I honestly can’t think of why any fencing was added there.  It was attached to the platform in places, so it’s not like it was added before the platform was rebuilt.  It serves no purpose that I can think of.

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While working on the gate, I quickly discovered I needed to watch my step; these broken blocks and bricks move when you step on them!

There is a downspout near there, currently with a rain barrel under it.  I am guessing these were added because the area would become muddy.

We’ll have to figure something else out, later.  I don’t know about right by the Old Kitchen, but in the garden itself, I might look into putting some stepping stones or some other decorative, yet useful, elements.

After removing the gate portion, I found a challenge.

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The self-sown trees can actually grown around the wire of the fencing.  To remove the fencing, I had to free it by cutting the trees.

That was another reason the fencing needed to go, here.  There was no way to clear away the self-sown saplings.  They have to be cleared away, or they will destroy the clothes line platform as they get bigger.  Plus, of course, they’re close to the house, and the roots would cause problems, too.

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First section clear!  Yay!

I’ll come back later to cut away the remaining bits of saplings and do other clean up.

Here is how things looked from the inside of the garden, as I started.

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This is the south side section.

Note the wooden post, at an angle, supporting the metal post.

That comes up, later.

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This is what the middle looked like.  All that greenery on the bottom is invasive plants.

It was now time to work on the side section of the fence, which started at the corner of the clothes line platform.

But first, I needed to be able to get to it.

I’d talked to my mother about the trees in the re-purposed tire planters, and the bush that was in the way of hanging anything from the planter.  She was good with me getting rid of the planters, and the saplings in them were self-sown.  While she didn’t say it outright, it was clear she wanted to bush under the clothes line to remain, but she was okay with it being pruned.

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The saplings in the planter had shallow enough root systems, that I could pull them up fairly easily, except for one in each planter.  The toughest one had to be sawed at the tap root.

Then I pruned the bush under the clothes line.

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Very stabby little branches!

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I will have to work on it again, later, to get rid of the dead branches and stuff, but for now, I just needed to get it cut back enough to clear the rail, and access the fence post at the corner.

After starting on removing the fence from the post, I quickly realized I needed to get the planter next to it out completely.  It was in the way.  So, I dumped out the soil and discovered…

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There was still a rim attached!

How utterly strange!

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A couple of longer roots that had been giving me trouble could now be seen.  One, I had been able to break.  The other, the one to the right, had to be sawed.

Something else to go back to and clean up, so no one will trip over them.  Plus, once it’s all cleared and cleaned, we will be mowing there.

I finally was able to reach the post and start removing this section of fencing which was, for the most part, nailed in place with U nails.

Lots of U nails.

At the very bottom of that first post, however, there was one nail sticking out.  I tried several times to pull it out with the claw of my hammer, and it wouldn’t budge.

I did, however, knock off some dirt and rust, which is when I could see it was no nail at all!

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Yeah.  No wonder I wasn’t able to get it out with my hammer!

I am really appreciating the tool set my older brother and his wife gave us for Christmas.  I went into it quite a lot, today!

I got the fencing off up to the corner, where I found this.

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It turns out that the section I had been working on ended at this post.  It was held in place with twisted wire, which went through holes in the metal post.  The fencing on the end section was folded around the post, then pieces were bent back to form hooks that held onto the continuing fence.

And that supporting wooden fence post at the top?

It was held in place with a large nail, through a hole at the top of the metal post, which was then hammered to a right angle to hold it in place.

In the end, it was easier for me to pick up the wooden post and hammer away at it, near the nail, then to try and pull the nail out from the other side.

Which actually served to straighten out the nail.

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About half of the length of that nail was in the wooden post, while the other half or so was bent down on the other side of the metal.

Then I had to use pliers to untwist the wires that held the first section of fencing in place.  The wire was so old and rusting, several pieces broke off.

By this point, I’d found a bucket to take along with me, to put in the assorted nails, screws and bits of metal that I managed to keep out of the grass.

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Side fence, gone!

The next section was a different challenge.  After removing the twisted wire that held the fencing to the posts, I then had to cut away the rose bushes that had come up on the outside of the fence, more stems that had woven themselves through the gaps of the fencing, and cut away the vines at the base of the fence.

Then I just left the fence there, and took a break!  There was just the north side section to do, with two more fence posts and more roses to trim out of the fencing.

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My mother tells me this is a white rose bush.  I cut away just what I absolutely had to, to get the fence loose.  I noticed some dead stems and branches that will need to be cleared away, so it’s another thing to go back to, later.

Much to my surprise, the rest of this fence was held up by what looked like a broken broom handle, shoved into the ground, a length of pipe stuck into the ground, and at the corner of the house, it was tied to the fence post with twine.  The other fence post in the middle?  Nothing.  It wasn’t attached to it at all!

Once that was done, we only needed to roll up the fencing (still full of plant matter in some areas) and haul it away.  We’ve selected a spot to leave all the detritus we find, so when we hire someone to haul the junk away, it’ll mostly be in one place.

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Here is what the south corner looked like, after…

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And the centre.

Later today, when it is cooler, I will go back and do some more clean up, and see if I can take out the fence posts.

The next major step is to first lay down a layer of cardboard (after our move, we’ve got lots of that!) and wet it down, then start to layer the leaves the girls have been piling up for me, as well as the straw that was over the septic tank like, and the straw that’s in front of the dog houses the outside cats have been using all winter.

Throughout the summer, we will continue to layer grass clipping and other yard waste, and the kitchen trimmings that would normally go onto the compost pile.  I plan to use what’s currently the compost pile as well.

By the end of fall, I hope to have some pretty solid layers on there, and by next year, it should be well-built-up soil.

At least, that’s the plan!

The Re-Farmer

 

Oh, the things we find!

My daughters have been diligently working their way around the yard, methodically raking leaves out of the edges of the trees and the many flower beds all over the place, picking up wind blown sticks, and generally cleaning things up.

I was called out to see what they found next to the small people gate.

We’ve walked past this many times, of course, and saw the dried and matted plants at the base of a tree.

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Those two sticks on the side were stuck in it.  Just a mess of dead plants to clean up is all.  Right?

Oh…

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So… that’s wire fencing, all stuck in there.  We’re guessing the sticks had held the wire up for the … vines? … to climb.

Hold on.  What is that, under there?

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A glass bowl, with gold trim.  Hidden under the dead mat and buried under more leaves.

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A bowl with no bottom.

Not a broken bottom.  There’s no sign of the broken pieces.  Just… a bowl.  With no bottom.  Half filled with dirt and leaves.

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My daughter used on of the sticks to prop the mat up and hold it in place, while they rakes around it.  We’ll have to figure out how to get it, with the wire mesh it’s grown around, out of them.  Most likely, we’ll just have to cut it.

My siblings have been cutting the lawn and whatnot, since the house has been empty.  This does not look like something they would have planted and set up.  It looks like one of my mother’s projects.  Which means, it’s been like this for quite some time.  Maybe 5 years?  Just a guess, on my part.  I have no way to really know.

And what’s with the broken bowl under it?

I wonder if any of my siblings know anything about it?  I doubt I’d be able to get anything from my mother; after all this time, I doubt she would remember.  If it’s been there as long as I think it has, I doubt any of my siblings ever bothered to look.

Or, someone took the time to do this last year, when no one was living here, and that doesn’t make much sense, either.

Hmm.

The Re-Farmer

A Day of Progress

A few more steps forward, today – and the girls are still outside, working on cleaning up around the yard, so the progress continues even now.

The most exciting thing for me is, the septic guy came!  Yay!

Oh, the things that excite me in my old age… LOL

Seriously, though… it’s one less worry, and I already talked to him about coming back in the fall, as part of his regular route in the area, as we go back to doing the regular routine cleaning in the fall.

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I can’t help but admire someone who can back up a vehicle like this, through our gate into the yard, between the spruce grove and the flower garden along the East side of the house, and turn into the North side of the house – without hitting the downspout (which was screwed in place, unlike the others) or hitting the low hanging branches.

Dude’s got mad reversing skills.

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While chatting with him, I learned he is not a fan of this type of septic tank.

Typically, a septic tank is a large reservoir with only one chamber.  The solids naturally sink to the bottom and, once it reaches a certain level, the grey water drains out to the septic field.  It’s all gravity based.

This system is much smaller and has two reservoirs.  The one for the solids is smaller and has a smaller opening into it.  The grey water eventually fills the second, larger, reservoir until an ejector pump sends it out to the septic field.

He needed to get that hose into the solids reservoir, which not only has a smaller opening, but the hoses from the pump (which is inside the basement) run over it.

He knew the place had been empty for the last couple of years, since he’s been servicing our tank for quite a long time, and had assured me it wouldn’t be a concern.  Still, he was surprised by how much was in it.  I did explain that, though empty, there were still people using the house.  Add in 4 people and 6 months… I’m really glad we got it done.

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All done!

The straw on the left is what covered the lid for the winter.  I was going to pile it elsewhere, but I couldn’t find a pitch fork anywhere.

I checked the garage, the pump shack, the barn, the garden shed – even the basements.  No pitch fork to be found.

What farm doesn’t have a pitch fork?

Like most of the lawn on the North side of the house, the grass here is pretty much all gone.  Not even just dead, like in other parts of the lawn.  It’s basically just dirt and weeds.

After the tank was done, I went back to working on the wood pile in the garden, but not before getting a picture of something that was a mystery to the girls.  A mystery I actually knew the answer to, for a change!

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It’s one thing to find extension cords all over the house, what with the lack of outlets, but an extension cord up a tree?  The tree itself is probably 60 ft high, or close to it, and the cord runs almost all the way up.

I remember when it was run up there.  My late brother, who was an agile climber, put it there.  He also carried up a star shaped frame with Christmas lights in it, and installed it near the very top of the tree.  The cord is to plug in the star.

I can’t see if the star is still up there, but I can’t imagine anyone climbing up there to take it down.  Nor can I imagine it ever being replaced since it was first put up there, which means that is a very old extension cord.

We have no plans of ever using it again!

Meanwhile, back to the wood pile in the garden!

This is a pile of deadwood and prunings that had been put there before we moved out, and my family had wanted to burn in the winter.  I didn’t want it burned, so we now have the job of cleaning it out of the garden area.  Most of it will be used as fuel for the fire pit, but some I’m keeping for future crafting purposes.  My mother is still adamant that she wants the garden plowed, as soon as the pile is cleared.

I’m glad we put our collective foot down about not burning this.  Earlier, I’d already pulled out a bunch of fibre glass insulation that was buried in it.  There are more bits and pieces we are still finding.

I also found this.

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Apparently, no one had a problem with burning this, then plowing the remaining metal and glass bits, into the garden.

Nor with this…

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I’d already pulled out a margarine container.  Today, I found the two lids and some mystery plastic, along with the bits of insulation.

Lovely.

As I was writing this, my daughters called me out to see a discovery they made while cleaning around the yard.

That one is getting its own post.  After I make supper.

Oh, the strange things we are finding!

The Re-Farmer

Shaggy, shaggy friends!

On the way to the dump today, we passed by our neighborhood bison farm.  They were close to the fence by the road, so we stopped to take pictures. :-D

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I’m going to have to look into getting a camera I can take with me in the vehicle when we drive around.  Zooming in on the phone makes for some awful pictures.  But it’s still better than no pictures at all! :-)

I love my shaggy, shaggy friends!  Extra shaggy, this time of year, as they shed their winter fur.

As we continued to the dump, driving on the highway, we saw a school bus from the opposite direction, coming to a stop.  I had to chuckle as we came to a stop ourselves, as I saw a mom in a truck at the end of the driveway – a driveway at least a quarter mile long, and we couldn’t see the end of it.  As we watched a tiny child crossing the highway and Mom coming out to meet her, I suddenly realize this person looked very familiar.  Sure enough, when she turned back to the truck and I saw her face, I realized this was a former co-worker of mine from that last time we lived in this province!  I’d been to her farm only once before and lost all memory of where it was, so this was a pleasant surprise.  As the bus left, I just had to pull ahead to the truck and say hello!  I look forward to catching up with her in the future.  :-)

Now that my mother’s car is no longer in one of the lean-to’s on the side of our garage (it was a tight fit, that’s for sure!), we were finally able to take a load of paint to the dump with us.  They had been in the basement of the house before.  I’m told there was the smell of something leaking, but no sign of which can it was coming from, so they were just taken out to the garage until there was no more smell.

We took maybe half of the 1 gallon cans that are there, and will take more on our next trip to the dump.  I think we found the one that was leaking, though.  One of the cans had liquid on its lid, so the can that was leaking would have been the one on top of it.

Then there are all the quart sized cans, not only on top of the gallon cans, but a couple of boxes full, too.  We’ll fight with those later.

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We got about 16 or 17 cans out and into the proper disposal area at the dump.  It will probably take a couple more trips to get rid of all the cans in the garage.  (I don’t want to take too many at once, partly because we need room for our own garbage and recycling, and partly because I want to avoid paint cans rolling around if I ever had to stop suddenly while driving at highway speeds.)

Then we will need to get rid of the cans of paint in our entryway closet, plus what’s still in the basement.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we fine more, elsewhere.

All of these are quite old.  Some felt almost full.  I have no idea why there was so much paint in the basement, or what it was used for.  From what I can see, the only thing that’s been painted recently is the house itself, which was done by my older brother and his wife last summer, in preparation for our coming out.  They brought their own paint, and anything they brought, they took back with them when they were done.  The only other thing I know of that was painted, was done before my mother moved away from the farm to the senior’s residence.

It’s entirely possible some of it was never used here, but got brought here instead of being disposed of.  Like all those large appliances lying around!

Well, whatever reason they all ended up here, they won’t be here for too much longer! :-)

The Re-Farmer

Power

Today I had a talk with the electric company.

Within the next two weeks, they’re going to send someone out to check out our power lines and the trees, to assess what equipment they will need to safely cut the trees away from the power lines.  That is such a relief!  And, it will be done at no cost to us.

With that in mind, I did a once-around the yard, before my daughters went out to start working on the wood pile in the garden, and do some yard clean up.

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This is what the pile looked like, before they started on it today.  Much, much smaller than it was.

Right now, it’s down to mostly leaves and dirt, which makes cleaning it up harder.  They took a break from it to start raking some leaves up from a pile in the yard that got snowed on before it was cleared away, plus starting on some of the flower gardens.  The leaves and, later in the year, grass clippings, will be methodically added to the garden area to begin the process of building up the soil.

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The main thing I wanted to check out was this power pole in the garden area.

The main power pole is on the opposite side of the house, outside the yard.  That is the one that has the power line to the house itself.

This pole?

I didn’t know anything about it.  I just found out more.

The power lines attached to it run across the road to a power pole on the neighbour’s side of the ditch.  In the other direction, the lines run to our own main power pole.  These are the lines that supply power to the main pole, which then has lines running to the house, pump shack, the garage (up until the movers ran into it), and in the past, the barn as well, which will be set up again when we replace the broken power pole at the garage and get the electricity hooked back up, there.

We’re talking more than 4000 volts running to that post.

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Then through the maple grove.

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Straight through some of the branches.

Can you see the lines?

Trust me.  They are there.  Barely visible.

I had been concerned about the more visible line running to the house.  These ones, however, are at far more risk!

I suspect there is going to be quite a lot of tree trimming, once the assessment is made.

We’ll have some of our own clean up to do through there, too.  It seems someone did already start to, at some point.

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A few dead trees had been cut, then the pieces cut up a bit.

Then just left there.

I don’t know when this was done, but it can’t have been more than a couple of years, if that.  I used to be able to mow the lawn in between these trees.  It used to be very park-like, clear and open.

I hope to return it to that state.

It will make a big difference, to have the electric company coming in to take care of the trees that are endangering the power lines.  Also on the list of things to happen soon, the septic service company will be out at the end of the week to empty the tank.  I think we’ll all be feeling much better once that’s done; there has been this sort of dread in the back of my mind for some time, despite assurances by the septic service company, that the tank is too full and might back up into our basement.  That would be quite the disaster.  My oldest brother has already had to deal with that happening, when it broke down and he had to hire an excavator to dig around the tank so it could be fixed on this inside, as well as the mechanisms in the basement.

My brother had come out on Friday to put the battery back in my mother’s car for her and, while out and about with other things, noticed a single on the Old Kitchen had lifted up.  At first, it looked like a single had been lost, but on closer examination, it seems to have basically folded itself up.  A trip into town today included picking up some roof tar, which can be applied with a caulking gun, so we can gently fold them back and stick them in place.  The problem will be getting to it.  It’s right under the peak of the roof, and about as far to the outer edge of the roof as can be.  Getting to it is not going to be easy, nor very safe.

I also picked up a tube caulking that can be painted, to seal the screw holes from the satellite dishes that had been attached to the side of the house before we upgraded to the ones now mounted on the sun room roof.  I want to see if those need to be sealed with roofing tar, too.

I really don’t want any more leaks happening!

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.  I will be going to to help my brother take my mother to a medical appointment in the city, so I can start getting informed and, in time, take over from him in taking my mother to these appointments.  Meanwhile, just before I have to leave, my husband’s hospital bed is going to be delivered.  I will have to leave it to the girls to set up a second bed for me, once the hospital bed is installed.

Little by little, it’s getting done.

I’m going to be so happy when all of these are finished!

The Re-Farmer

Checking things out

This afternoon, I took advantage of pleasant temperatures to walk around the yard and the spruce and maple groves.  There was snow on the ground the last time I went into these areas, so I was able to get to areas I couldn’t before.

Walking through the spruce grove, it continues to strike me, just how many dead and dying trees there are.  Quite a few have already fallen, but many have not.  It’s slowly being taken over by broad leaf trees, but a lot of them are dead and dying, too.

This is from one of the spruce trees.

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You can certainly see why it fell.  This is caused by carpenter ants.  They nest in wood and can cause all kinds of damage and, in this case, weakened the trunk enough for it to fall, probably in high winds.  When I was a kid, splitting logs in the basement for the furnace in the winter, I would sometimes split a log with a hibernating nest of ants in it.  They’d fall out into a sluggish mass on the concrete.

Then they’d go into the fire.

You don’t mess with these guys.

Thankfully, we’ve never seen signs of them nesting in the house itself.

Walking through the row of apple trees, which are just barely starting to show leaf buds in a few places, I discovered why the mystery box jammed into one of them hasn’t blown away.

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It has a mystery bucket inside.

I’m sure someone had a reason to put it there.  I just can’t think of what it might be!

I started going into the maple grove next.  It used to border the garden, but at some point, a couple of rows of spruce trees were planted into what used to be garden.  The garden area was slowly made smaller and smaller over the years, with tree plantings.

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So many are dead or dying.  What you see on the bottom left is where there is a water tap.  That used to be at the the very outer edge of the garden border.

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This row of trees was planted some time after I left the farm.  Like so many others, they were planted way too close together.  Most seem to be dead or half dead.

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I don’t think there’s much left to salvage of this old willow, but we’ll see better when it’s in full leaf.  I remember it being huge and healthy, when I was a child, as was a second one behind it.  That, too, has many dead branches on it, but it’s not as broken as this one.

I eventually made my way to the fence side of the house in our yard.  I was noticing some wasp nests, and remains of wasp nests, under the eaves when I suddenly realized I was looking at something that didn’t make sense.

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That’s an electrical cable running from a hole into the “basement”, up to the roof.

When I was a kid, I spent many summer nights sleeping in this building, and even had sleepovers with my friends – back when it was still is decent shape.  There was no power hooked up to it.  We used candles and kerosene lamps for light.

Now that I think of it, I do remember one time when there was electricity being used in there.  My brothers also used the house, for parties.  I recall there was a stag held there one, and the next morning, I’d joined them to watch a movie on the TV that was brought in.  I also remember lights and music playing.  I had completely forgotten about that until now. I wonder if this wire was the source of the electricity?

So where does the line go?

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Straight through the branches…

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Over this dead tree on the other side of the fence…

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Then it disappeared into the grass.

So I went around the fence and pulled it out of the grass to see what I would find.

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There was far more length then I expected, before I pulled up the insulator – then there was even more wire before I found the plug.

From what I can tell by the electrical tape at the insulator, the wire is spliced.

And that plug… well.  You can see the inner wires are exposed.

I am guessing the insulator was attached to the pump shack, then the cable continued into the pump shack to one of the outlets inside.

It’s basically a giant extension cord.

I’m starting to wonder how no one ever caused any electrical fires and burned this place down, over the years!

Speaking of burning, as I was walking around, I could smell smoke.  I couldn’t see smoke anywhere, and have heard nothing about any new fires, but then, I didn’t see smoke or hear anything about the last two fires out here, for some time.

Meanwhile, my wonderful, awesome daughters got 4 van loads into the shed today, while I brought over my mother’s dressers from the bedroom, taking out the drawers and removing the mirror off one of them.  Even without the drawers, they were surprisingly heavy.  The mirror alone weighed more than any of the others we hauled out.  This bedroom set of my mother’s is of amazing quality!  It’s a shame she left them behind when she moved out, though I suppose they would have been too big for her current apartment.

By the time they were done unloading the last of the stuff into the shed, their bodies let them know, in no uncertain terms, that they were still sick.  I am so grateful that they got it done.  While they did that, my husband and I decided on how we’d arrange things for when the hospital bed is delivered, and I switched some things around.  We are at the point now that, once we get the call that it’s on the way, we need only to take out the bed we’re using now.

Once the box springs we are borrowing are loaded into the shed, we have nothing else that will need to go through the main part of the house into storage.  There is just the Old Kitchen and sun room to work on, so things can go straight outside from there.

Little by little, it’s getting done!

The Re-Farmer

Hello, Shaggy Friend

Heading to town, I paused on the side of the road to get a picture at one of the neighboring farms.

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Until today, we’d only seen them way in the back, in a corral. This farm has been raising bison for many years now.  I was happy to see they still are.

I like our shaggy friends. :-)

Today, we had a visit from someone in home care.  As part of my husband re-establishing the medical and other specialists he lost in the move, we was referred to home care for assessment.

As far as direct home care services, nothing is needed at this point.  Not with three adults in the house to help him.  He will, however, be getting a hospital bed.  Some time within the next two weeks, though it could be as early as Friday (two days from now), depending on the delivery drivers.

Which means it’s now urgent to get my mother’s dressers out of the master bedroom, and we have to figure out what to do with the king size bed.  At least we’ve got a spare twin, so I’ll still have a bed.

Unfortunately, we are now all sick.  Though I am recovering from the cold quite a bit, I’m still coughing a lot.  My oldest daughter seems to have gotten over the worst of it, while my younger daughter is just getting into the worse of it, and now my husband is starting to come down with it, too. :-(

Which means that, at the moment, it looks like I’m the healthiest person in the house!

As we spoke with the woman from home care, I brought up about wanting to put in a ramp outside.  It turns out Occupational Therapy assesses for stuff like that, so she will start that process for us.  OT has been here for my dad before; that’s why there’s arm bars all over the place.  Though my dad did have a wheeled walker, he usually used a non-wheeled one.  At least for inside.  His wheeled walker had a seat on it, with storage underneath.  He kept his tools in there, so it was handy around the yard. :-D

We still have that walker.  I intend to hang on to it, should I ever need one.  I’ve been doing really well, as far as mobility goes, and haven’t needed to use a cane in ages, but I never know when something will suddenly dislocate again, or a knee will bend sideways.  Better to be prepared, just in case!

Anyhow.  A ramp wasn’t included in the mobility improvements done for my dad, though one of my brother’s had intended to build a ramp for him, himself.  Instead, my dad ended up in the nursing home, so it never happened.  She’ll put in the paperwork for OT to come and assess the house and confirm if we qualify to have a ramp put in.  Even if it can’t get done this year, at least we’ll have the information we’ll need.

Tomorrow, however we are feeling, we have to start hauling things to the shed and get those dressers out of the way, so the hospital bed can be put in.  The delivery company will assemble and install it.  We just have to make sure the space is open.  We have been forewarned that it comes with a basic hospital mattress, so we might want to pick up a mattress topper for it or something.

It should be interesting.

This afternoon, I figured I was feeling well enough to start working on moving the wood piles in the garden.  I started in the area I wanted to put the wood, near the fire pit.  There were already dead trees and branches I needed to clear up, so I’ve started one pile for logs and larger branches, and another for the small branches and twigs for kindling.  While working, I kept seeing beyond into the maple grove, with all the dead branches and trees, and was just itching to start cleaning up in the yard.  Unfortunately, my mother has been obsessed with getting the garden area plowed.  I don’t want it done, and it’s far from a priority.  I can’t help but feel a bit angry, because I’m having to focus my limited energy working on the garden, instead of cleaning up around the yard, which needs it so much more.  But it’s her place, not ours, and two out of three of my siblings agree with her, so we’re outvoted, too.

With the snow completely gone, we can finally see the condition of the garden area itself.  I had been told it was very rough (another one of the reasons some family members are insisting it get plowed; it hadn’t been done properly last year, so for some reason, it’s now really, really urgent to do it this year).  Like so many other things, it was even worse than I expected.  Not so much because of how rough it is, but because of how full of rocks it is.  I spent many years helping my mother in the garden, and while there have always been rocks, I don’t remember there ever being THIS many!  Unfortunately, plowing it is just going to dig up more rocks.  Geologically, we’re on the bed of an ancient glacial lake.  This entire area has shallow soil, with lots of gravel, clay, sand and rock below.  What I want to do is build the soil up, not tear it up even more.  I much prefer to use no-till techniques, for many reasons.  Plus, if we do get chickens, they will be kept in the garden area and can help keep the weeds down and build up the soil, too.

So we will continue to work on removing the wood pile from the garden (thank God I was able to prevent it from being turned into a bonfire!), before we start cleaning the yard itself.  There is a lot of work to be done, that’s for sure.  I don’t mind.  I miss the manual labour. :-D

I didn’t get too much done in the garden before I had to stop.  Instead, I started working around the fire pit area.  There are three maple trees in a group with an old awning under them, among other things, that has been sitting there for many years.  I wanted to get the dead branch that’s overhanging the fire pit, which meant clearing that stuff out.

It took some doing to get it out.  It turned out to have been there long enough for soil to build up over the bottom of the frame!

After moving it, I found this…

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… in between two of the maples.

I wonder how many years it’s been there?  Probably longer than the awning.  That’s been there long enough that my daughters used it to get into the trees when they were little, so we’re looking at probably around 20 years.

At least it wasn’t another fridge or freezer! :-D

I did get part of the dead branch down.  I basically just reached up and pulled.  It’s been dead and dried up for so long, it broke quite easily.  Now, there’s just half of it, and it’s too high up to reach, so it’ll wait until we bring over a ladder.

I found another odd thing while working around the fire pit area.

Old cow poop.

I found it in the area where I’m putting the wood piles, but I was also finding it around the compost pile, as I cleaned up what had fallen out as the snow melted.  These are two very different areas of the yard.

Now, the farm has been rented out and the renter rotates his cattle here, but this is a fenced yard.  They should not be getting into the yard.

Also…

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That’s not cow.  That’s horse.

The only person I know of with horses nearby, is my own brother.  I don’t know if the renter has horses, but even if he did, why would they be with the cows?

So both cows and horses had gotten into the yard at some point, and not that long ago, either.

Oh, along with cow poop around the aluminum ring that contains the compost pile, I was finding small branches and twigs in the pile itself.  Plus a plastic container of the kind sour cream or cottage cheese comes in.

I seem to remember that the wood pile in the garden had originally been put on the compost pile, and one of my siblings was going to burn the whole thing until another said not to.  I don’t understand why anyone with do that, since the compost pile itself is right next to trees.  Burning the pile means burning the trees.  That would explain why there’s so much wood in the compost pile.

*sigh*  Even our compost pile is in worse shape than I expected!  And why would anyone burn it, when it’s right next to trees?

Ah, well.  Little by little, we’ll get it done.

One thing’s for sure.  By the time we are done cleaning up all the dead trees and branches in the garden area, yard, spruce grove and maple grove, we’ll have enough fuel for dozens of wiener roasts!

I’m hoping I didn’t push myself too hard, too soon, by working on this stuff today, but gosh, it felt good to finally be doing it!

The Re-Farmer

Our Daily Deer

I got very few photos today, but we got good progress on the wood pile in the garden.

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The deer path goes through not far from some of the new piles we’ve made, so I half expected the deer might be a bit stand-offish about coming over, but nope; Hungry Girl and Barbecue came right on over, soon after we left the garden area.

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It is nice to finally be able to get outside and get more stuff done, even if the snow made our footing a big treacherous.  I am really looking forward to more manual labor!

The Re-Farmer

Clean Up Progress, the garden area

So this morning got off to a rough start.  I got a phone call from my mother, which is always touch and go.  After chastising me for not calling her (we’ve been in contact rather often, lately, so that in itself was weird), she informed me that some of my siblings would be coming over to burn the wood pile in the garden area.

No.  They are not.

It went downhill from there.

With the threat of fire hanging over us, my daughters and I went to start on cleaning up the wood pile.  We had intended to wait until more of the snow was gone, but it seems we don’t have much of a choice.

Ah, the joys of living in someone else’s house.  Even if that someone else in my mother.

Check this out, though…

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This is the deer path running through the garden and the apple trees, leading to our feeding station.  There is another one running through the garden in the other direction.

We got quite a bit of progress on the wood pile, sorting it into piles of twig, larger pieces that will be cut down after they are moved, and a pile of leafy branches that are still quite green.

After removing about half of the pile, we found…

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Old fiberglass insulation.

Something else to add to the “why is that there?” list!

Of the piles we’ve been making, this is the one that interests me most.

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These pieces are very straight, smooth and still quite green.  I am hoping to get a good amount of wood slices out of them for various projects I have in mind.  The rest will be fuel for the fire pit, once we get that cleaned out and set up.  Looking forward to some late night wiener roasts! :-D  I’m also looking to build a cinder block cooker, though that might have to wait a year.  With all the clean up of deadwood, just in the yard, we’ll have plenty of fuel for that.

Much to my surprise, not long after we came in for the day, I saw Hungry Girl and Barbecue outside our window.  With all the activity outside, and the changes in the garden area, I thought they’d stay away for longer.  As I was taking photos (I’ll post some this evening), I was greeted by this, in the corner of the living room window.

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So much ew.  Can you tell that I’ve cleaned this window ledge recently?  No, I can’t, either.

And that’s just one corner of one window.

Time to break out the vacuum again.

The Re-Farmer

Okay… this is the worst find yet

I thought, after the horror tunnel, desiccated mouse carcasses, and other strange things we’ve found while packing up and cleaning away 4 decades of my parents’ stuff in our new home, I would have been beyond getting surprised by things we find.

I was wrong.

I must admit, it’s not so much the contents, but the circumstances of it.

Though we really don’t have the room for it in the growing pile in the dining room intended for the shed, I am just really not happy with having the litter box in the dining room, even if it is in an out of the way corner.  Having cleared everything else away, I decided to move the dresser and the stuff on the wall out of the little nook they’re in, so the litter box can be moved away from where we eat.

After removing the drawers, the first thing I discovered was a scale under the dresser.

Why is there a scale under the dresser?  It’s not like it was accidentally pushed under it.  It was way in the back corner.

Okay.  Fine.

I start moving the now drawerless dresser.

*clatterclatter*

A broken broom handle, with masking tape on the broken end, falls to the floor.

It had been between the dresser and the bit of wall on the bathroom side.  I had noticed that something was there, but forgot about it before moving the dresser.

Okay.  Fine.

I carefully pull the dresser out, hearing all sorts of crunching, grinding noises from the floor.  Oh, dear.  I called for a daughter to help carry it, since it sounded like pulling it along the floor would cause damage.  However, as I maneuvered it out a bit more so a daughter could grab it from the other end, I found it was really, really light, and not making the noise anymore.  So I just moved it myself, down the hall, up the two stairs to the new part of the house, and into the space I’d prepared for it in the dining room.  Then I put the drawers back and went to continue cleaning.

This is what I found.

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What on earth?

This is a flash picture; there is no light in this corner, so I really couldn’t see very well, but that plastic container on the floor?  My first guess was that the dregs on the bottom was mouse poison.  And what was all that on the floor?

I moved the scale and that plaque beside it to the pile of stuff for storage.  The plaque?

It was a prayer.

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Okay.  Fine.  I can see something like that falling between the dresser and the wall and being forgotten about.  That black piece of plastic?  Probably put there to get it out of the way and forgotten about as well.

I very carefully moved the mirror next.  It was just leaning on the wall, on top of that piece of wood.  The far side of it is a broken edge.

Then I come back to clean up the rest.

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That plastic bowl?  Is a glass bowl.  The crud on the floor is ancient cat litter, complete with several desiccated turds.

And a piece of bread.

So, it looks like this area was used for both a cat litter box, and for… cat food? before.  I threw the bowl out, but I’m guessing it’s the remains of some sort of cat food on the bottom.

All of this means that someone took out the litter box, but left the mess behind.  Left the bowl and the bread and added a bathroom scale.

Then put the dresser on top of it all.

Then used the dresser to store extra towels on the bottom drawers.  Above the cat poop and drying food.

Oh, and as I was going back and forth to move things, I found a pile of something that had fallen out from under the dresser as I’d moved it up the two steps.  As I swept it up, I took a closer look.

I’m pretty sure it was a very old mouse nest.

Once clear, I mopped the area with disinfectant cleaner, including the walls, then used a scrub brush in the area (including on the other side, where I got the girls to take the stuff leaning there upstairs), then mopped it again.  The only thing in that corner that still needs to be moved is one last large mirror, which will require a screwdriver to remove.

I don’t have the energy for that anymore.

I also found a shoe tray that I scrubbed; it will go under our litter box when it gets moved.  For now, the entire area is being left to dry.  We will move our litter box in tomorrow.

This just blows me away.  It’s one thing to be in the practice of keeping things that might be useful, and just shoving them somewhere for storage, as is likely the case for most of the things we’ve found.  It’s quite another to deliberately put a dresser on top of cat litter, cat turds and cat food.

And a scale.

I just don’t understand.  Who did this?  I don’t know how long that dresser has been there, but I don’t think either of my parents were strong enough to move it.  Well; maybe my mother, depending no how long ago it was done, but she usually got other people to do that sort of manual labour for her.   So I have no idea.  And why?  Why was it done like this?  I can’t imagine any of my siblings doing this.

I’m at a complete loss.

I think I’m going to take a shower now.

The Re-Farmer