Dirt has covered a great deal of things out there, allowing grass to grow on top of the detritus. When you walk around you never know what kind of sound will come from under your feet. The crinkle of leaves? Or the hollow sound of a vinyl rain gutter?
We are going to need to do some major excavating to make the yard safe for kid and dog. Right now I am entirely uncomfortable with the idea of Ginny running the yard loose in the dark. I'm not even comfortable out there when I can't see where my feet are stepping.
This morning I performed a small photographic archaeological survey of the yard while I smoked.
There are bags of topsoil buried everywhere, but many of them appear to be at the base of small, ornamental trees. Whether they were tossed there out of laziness or to weigh down the roots, we have no idea.
This is a fiberglass bathtub that is now, either intentionally or not, a planter.
I have no idea what the hell this rusted out hulk is.
If you look in the center of the leaf fall you'll notice some metal pipes and whatnot.
Many, many plastic bags everywhere.
Again, what this is? Dunno. Big and metal.
That would be the vinyl rain gutter.
Apparently a dog was chained here at some point. Really can't figure out why there are scraps of the flag scattered there, though.
Plastic chicken wire.
Rusted old paint can. There are several.
Apparently the dog tethered here didn't require an actual chain, so they wove fabric scraps into a rope. More flag scraps.
Random piece of PVC. You'll find all of your plumbing needs in this yard.
Metal straps from a pallet or appliance carton. Those are always nice.
A faucet. Looks like it's for a garden hose. Or a washing machine.
All of this was found this morning during a 3 minute walk of the yard. I imagine we'll have to pick a nice weekend and walk the yard and toss everything onto a pile, and then we'll have to call someone to come get it all.
In the meantime, we're simply being careful.