This is a never-ending chore. Not just clean up of manure. There is a lot of that, and more appearing everyday! LOL! No, I’m talking about the sheer amounts of garbage…it’s feeling like it’s endless.
For some reason, the folks who lived here before us-whether it was the immediate previous owner, or those before her-felt that taking garbage to the dump was too difficult. They used the pasture as a dumping ground.
Before the girls came home, we spent most of our weekends pulling garbage from the pasture. Midnight made so many trips to the dump, fully loaded (some times way over loaded!) it’s not even funny.
We’ve pulled out…glass jars, whole and broken; piles of rotted eavestrough; chunks of bricks, and endless piles of rocks; barbed wire that was half buried-one pile, Hubby had to pull out of the ground with the tractor!; a rusted, broken washtub; the chunk of culvert we use for the hobo barrel; a trailer frame-this we’re going to fix up and use as a trailer; parts of a rusted out car; another car frame; chunks of broken dishes; electrical stuff…light fixtures(porcelain and metal), wire…miles and miles of aluminum wire, plus junction boxes…Oh Goddess! Musta been about 1000 junction boxes! Those things have sharp edges! Imagine what that might do to the underside of a hoof if stepped on. 😦
That’s just a sample of the garbage…and it’s still coming. Every day, when I take a walk through there, I come out with hands full of garbage. It’s mind-boggling.
I long for the day that I can walk through the pasture, enjoy time with the girls, and not have to pick up garbage. I fear it will be a long time coming.