What with digging the new area in the garden and hunting snails, we have spent a lot of time looking down in the last few days. There may be a lot going on up in the sky, but at the moment we are looking down. We have been unearthing treasure.
I don’t know how old it all is, but most of it predates our time in the house. I can’t help looking at it and trying to figure out what it used to be before it broke. I find myself thinking about the people who lived here and used it. How they felt when it broke. How did it end up in this part of the garden.
I know I feel disappointed when I break things. Not wishing to waste it, I use the broken bits at the bottom of my plant pots for drainage. When I plant them out, I know sometimes the broken bits end up in the same hole as the plant.
I wonder if this is how these other pieces found their way into the garden. Maybe it broke in the garden and some bits were not found. Maybe it was a midden. I will never know but we are enjoying digging it up.
I have plans for this little haul, which hopefully, will mean some crafting fun this weekend…….
How fun to unearth all the treasures of the past!
We’re on a mission to find snails here this year!
happy day!
~marcia
Hi Marcia – It is totally addictive. I lose time, but it is fun to find an interesting fragment of the past.
We go to Lynmouth and always find a lot of broken, worn pottery pieces there, but on where near as much as you’ve found!
Kellyi – I have a feeling that they were resourceful people who lived here and they threw nothing away that might be useful. We had an eclectic mix of windows in the house when we moved in. Even the staircase must have come from a slightly bigger house. Upstairs floors all slope up to the top of it. Anyway, I think they made the most of what they had. Waste not want not.