And the discoveries in our new house continue.
They’re not as thrilling as learning of the bomb shelter under our garage and later locating it, but they’ll do.
Last week, Husband’s weed whacking uncovered a horseshoe pit, and my weed plucking unveiled autumn sedum, roses, hostas, ferns, and Snow on the Mountain. A visiting aunt of mine even spotted an apple tree in our yard, the variety of which we're unsure.
I might add legend has it the original owner of the place in 1973, a stockbroker and gambler, built hiding places into the house to stash his money before fleeing in the middle of the night one night in '84. But that may or may not be a story for another day.
For now, enjoy our growing things.
