The farm dump used to be a fixture of most farms for many years. In my tramps through the woods (trespassing I'm well aware) I have located a dozen or so such vestiges of a former generation. Unfortunately on one local farm, the farmer still has this same practice in present day, with plastic bags and detritis floating about his back forty in a shameful display of modern affluence and loathsome effluence.
However I find most of the old dumps of yesteryear a rather fascinating glimpse into life in a simpler time. The collections of glass and metal are probably somewhat innocuous from an environmental perspective, unlike our chemical and petroleum based trash of today.
|Rock-a-bye baby ......|
|Polly put the kettle on ......|
|Tractor front end and fender wells|
|Car bonnet with encroaching tree or is is vice versa?|
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.