Kim at A Study in Contrast posted a few days ago about what she found buried in her garden while digging post holes. I've also posted in the past about what an adventure it can be to dig a really big hole and find something you didn't expect. What treasures are down there just waiting to be dug up?
Here in my garden, I haven't found too much buried around the place... some interesting rocks, one fossil, one oddly shaped rock that looks sorta, kinda like a bird. At least, I think it looks like a bird. I don't even know for sure if it is a rock or a lump of concrete. It's pictured above for you to decide.
I found it where there was once a huge old sycamore tree. I know there was an old sycamore there because it was there when I bought the lot to build on. However, after studying the tree a bit and consulting an arborist on the general health of it, I made the decision that the tree should be cut down before the house was built. Otherwise, it would have been right by the corner of the house, ready to fall at any moment.
It took a tree cutting crew three days to cut down that old sycamore and haul off the wood. Day 1 they cut down the tree. Day 2 they cut up all the wood from the tree. Day 3 they hauled off the wood, which they said would not be good for anything but rotting. Once it was on the ground, I determined that the old sycamore tree had a diameter of about six feet and was nearly 90 feet tall and completely hollow inside, as most are. It must have been old, perhaps old enough to offer shade to Indians or early pioneers? Who knows?
Sometimes I think about that sycamore tree and wonder if it was the right thing to do to have it removed. It was a big old tree and if it had fallen down on its own, it would have take out most of the house. Anyway, that's quite a digression to tell you that about where it was that I dug up the "bird rock" as I call it.
And though digging in the garden and finding interesting rocks or old artifacts is fun, do you know what can be even more fun?
Deliberately burying something in the garden for someone else to find later, years later, once you are long gone.
When I dug post holes for my grape arbor, I decided to bury in one of the holes a little plastic box that contained a few trinkets and a brief note. I don't remember what was on the note, probably "Carol buried this on March 23, 2003". (Keep a garden journal so you don't have to try to remember when you did something in the garden. I just looked that up so I know that is when I set that post and buried that box.)
Someday, someone is going to decide to get rid of the grape arbor, pull out that post, see that box, and be all excited and wonder about the gardener who first owned the house. I wish I could be there when they open that box up!
Has anyone else ever buried something in their garden for future gardeners to someday find? Or is that the absolute ultimate in gardening geekiness?