Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
We unearthed the top of a barrel buried in the backyard. Matt hit it
while digging holes for squash. The sides of the barrel are in pretty good shape,
paint and words still visible, but the top is rusted through in the
I am both intrigued and slightly alarmed. I wonder what is in
it and why it was buried. Are we talking nuclear waste, dead
bodies, a burn barrel? What?
All I do know is its going to be a pain
to get it out of there. We planted around it for now, to be revisited
after some regrouping of thought.