Monday, June 30, 2014

Trimming Grass and Weed Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Nine - "The Indolence"


Trimming Grass and Weeds Around
Old New England Property
(Antique) Landscape Fixtures

Part Nine

"The Indolence"



            The indolence of the... old chair... turning out to be “THOSE BOLDERS” scattered.... or are they very carefully... positioned... upon an old New England property... as... (antique) granite landscape fixtures...:
            They (the original settlers) could have ‘moved’, ‘broken up’, or vanquished in MANY ways... “THOSE BOLDERS”... IF... they... ‘wanted to’.  They had the time... and the task was, to their scale-of-task, nominal.  Therefore their sit-on-them solution... equals the old colonial era... braced back with continuing arms... vase and ring turned ... New York style... Windsor chair... that a colonial homestead’s old attic yielded to my flashlight now SO many years ago...?  They (“THOSE BOLDERS”) are... authentic colonial New England... seating furniture?  Too?  I ...found them... in the ATTIC of the LANDSCAPE of the... old New England property...
            “UPON”.
            Upon it I did.
            Didn’t I.
            And I sit on those ‘sit on’ rocks.... just like I sit
            In the old Windsor chair.
            “Are not we ALL good FRIENDS now that we UNDERSTAND” what an old New England “chair”
            May be.


            I’ll keep “THOSE BOLDERS”
            I’ll keep the Windsor chair.
            I’ll continue down through the old ...forest
            To check my “I’ll keep” of the old
            Cellar hole.




            Scrambled over a (stone) wall you say?
            No...:  No ...old stone wall... yet.




            Went past the bottom of the old... cranberry bog.
            (How quickly now... we... identify THAT as landscape fixture)




            Then around the side of the old colonial property’s granite quarry.
            Then ‘straight across’ the level ‘old pasture’ to be
            Suddenly





            ‘Wading in’ to the  “I SEE IT” old poke-up of the fore corner’s cap stone bold
            GRANITE GRAY (the color) monument-ing UP above the “GOLLY” dense green of differential green
            Growing
            That is NOT the same as the other overgrowing green differential growings.  Wading through I
            TO the cap stone corner.



            Then looking down in...
            The jungle... an old New England jungle...
            Ruins.
            Hole.
            Pit.
            I see DOWN INTO THE BOTTOM of it TOO:  GREEN JUNGLE GROWING
            Hiding
            It?
            Not to my eye.  Beautiful... this green growing
            Displays it; the pit
            With field stone fitted (puzzled out) walls and snakes
            Of growing...
            THEY ARE NOT WEEDS.
            A human hand.  NO... human hands.  Many years ago for many years
            Ago to never be forest again for THAT HUMAN HANDS
            ‘Soiled it”.  IN FACT:
            The soil is (HUMAN) different “THERE” so THERE grow THAT
            Human Hands STILL.




            Who cares for I do not see any “YOU” wading in.  No... I never see anyone.
            I do see that SAME old two... cap stones that “SOME KIDS (?)” “kicked” in...
            To the bottom of the... pit.... years ago.  Always I look at them... and then at the
            Where from they ‘fell’.  It is at the ONLY PLACE where a KID could ‘sit down’ and have just his FEET in front of him with them having nothing to do
            BUT PUSH
            Those two cap stones ‘in’.
            WHO would ever ‘get them back out’
            They are in the very BOTTOM
            Of... THEIR... pit;
            The cellar hole.






            Anyway I see them all the time and nothing changes.  So I look around after scrambling down into the pit ‘like always’ and I just six feet myself can see above the capstone mostly for the ...cellar hole... is but a hand dug four footer ‘mostly’ ‘cept for a here... and over here where... it’s... ‘almost five
            And one half feet... with a beautiful on its top
            Eight foot long quarried granite capstone.
            “Just beautiful” that one... and flanked by six footers too
            That were ‘quarried’ RIGHT OVER THERE.  Fitted
            PERFECT.
            “OH how about in 1752”... of an AFTERNOON they... ‘capped’ the last
            Cap stone ‘in place’ and
            Stood back to ‘admiral’ before they ‘tunk’ the sills ‘in place’ ‘on top’ ‘before dark’.
            A day’s work.




            Tim came up beside me while I was looking down in one; an old cellar hole... that I had just been shown.  He... he said quickly... would have long ago ‘snaked those’ cap stones on THAT old cellar hole’s cap... “If I KNEW THEY WERE THERE”.  He “WAS SURPRISED” he “hadn’t seen ‘em BEFORE:  DRIVE BY HERE ALL THE TIME.  The well was still capped too “DID YOU SEE THAT?” he asked me.  So I’m at the crossroads.



            That son of bitch is gonna BUY THOSE in the next fifteen minutes.  The well’s full of water.  “THE TREES” in and around the cellar hole are “GONNA HAVE TO BE CUT” to “get a RIG in there”.
            “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” “YEAH THEY MAKE US DO THAT.  You can shut it OFF.  If I’d ah been SNAKING these you’d NEVER HEAR ME.  Course.. those TREES.  I’d have to... WELL... if I’d GET IN at that BACK CORNER.  None of the (valuable old hand made antique) BRICKS are there.  LONG GONE HUH.”
            There is a pause as we stand together looking down into the cellar hole’s pit.








            “NOT ANY chance YOU want any of THOSE COULD I...” he trails off and turns his head to, hopefully, turn MY head and ‘catch me’.
            “Don’t want ‘em.” I say.
            “That’s ah... NOT THE SAME THE WAY it was a FEW YEARS BACK.  You know that.”
            “I never did any of it.  Don’t like the people and they won’t pay enough.”
            “WELL... I’ll give ‘em to HARBOR BOB and let him DICK ‘EM.  I’ll be home for dinner if I DO IT RIGHT.  WET by that WELL.  I’ll PLANK IT FIRST.”
            Two days later the site was a mud hole, the trees were cut and hauled, whole, to one side, the well site was just a pond now and
            All the cap stones on the top of the cellar hole’s old hand dug and field stone lined ...pit
            Were gone.

















Friday, June 27, 2014

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Eight - "A Sit On Rock"


Trimming Grass and Weeds Around
Old New England Property
(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures

Part Eight

"A Sit On Rock"



            “WHERE... do YOU go...” she says to me after first noting
            The “traffic” is “backed up” through “both” (Camden and Wiscasset).  That the “LINE” for the decision of a “That’s a BETTER DEAL” “TWO HOT DOGS” or...
            The six dollar and ninety-nine cent “LOBSTER ROLL”.
            “The price of THAT is warning enough.” I explain.
            “Enough?”
            “IF a ‘LOBSTER ROLL’ is HALF the price of a... lobster roll... THAT should be a warning.”
            “Warning?”
            “Ah...:  Don’t worry about it”.
            “When we finish shopping WE...:




            (No... that’s not going to happen)
            “BUT THE PARKING THERE IS JAMMED”
            “Jammed?”
            “NOT THOSE JARS:  I bought those for my SISTER”.
            (Pause)
            “Your really not coming with us?”
            “Yes I’m really not coming with you.”
            “I”
            “No... YOU like doing that.  I do not like doing that.”
            (Pause).
            “I CAN see why you like it here.”
            “See?  What do you see?”
            “No... I UNDERSTAND... why you like it here.
            (Pause)
            “I could never live here this way; the way you do.  It’s... like... I don’t know... .
            “That’s right:  You don’t.
            “Don’t’?
            “Live here and don’t know.”
            “I do know this is the real Maine.  When I’m here.  I know that.”
            “But it’s not for you.  Is it.  You can’t have it.”
            “Have it?”
            “It’s too real.  It’s easier to just go shopping.”
            “But it is really NICE; the way you guys live.”
            “We’re not the only ones who live like this.  And it’s not about nice.”




            After I got rid of them... I walked down the ...driveway... that was originally the ‘road’ ‘up from the water’.  I veered off before the bend above the spring and ...ducking through the ‘invasive’ honeysuckle ‘broke’ into the clearing beneath the mature spruce trees that have ...been left uncut... for a long... long century.  Right there is where the “oldest barn” (colonial era) joined the ‘old barn’ that was built ‘ONTO’ “IT”.  The... ‘foundation’ is still right there.  All the foundation IS (‘was’)... is a few large (field stone granite) rocks ‘sitting on ledge’.  Colonial barns were not that big.  Nor were the second (‘old barn’) barns big... either.  Or were the plethora of ‘sheds’ and ‘outbuildings” ‘big either’.  So... ‘everything’ was ‘hung on ledge’.  Too.




            Right there... on the old oldest barn foundation... is a big round bolder ‘sit on’ rock.  I ‘sit on’ it.  Just like... a quarter of a millennium of men have... sat on... it.  OK SO LIKE I have a... stupid little jar of old busted clay tobacco pipe bowls I’ve... “found” ... “back there” (about the ‘sit-on’ rock).








I sat on the ‘sit on’ rock while
            They were out.
            Or... wait:  I was out... on the sit on rock... while
            They were... IN.
            The car.
            The stores.
            The restaurant.
            The “we need to get some” at the... grocery (box) store.
            I was the one...
            Who was out
            On an old New England property... sitting on... a ‘sit on rock’.  That rock, among the ‘those other’ sit on rocks ‘placed’ on the property by ... a quarter of a millennium of ‘sit on rock’ men...  are too...
            (Antique) granite landscape fixtures... ON this old New England property.  Too.
            Then I walked down to the cellar hole.




            Right away I came upon another ‘sit on’ rock.  This one... over looks the pond and original pasture (Native American cleared field) ‘above the (salt) water’; ‘the river’... from... its delightfully central vista poise of ‘UP” on the old ‘upper pasture’ ‘above the wall’.  It is so high up in the old upper pasture that one cannot ‘see the (stone) wall’ ‘below’.
            I’ve never found any old broken clay pipe bowls here.  Probably that’s because there is no soil (not dirt... SOIL) right here for this sit on rock sits on ‘exposed’ ledge so... any busted pipe bowl would be
            ‘Prone to perish’.  (ground into dust by the ‘rocks’).



            It’s ok; I sat on the rock for a few minutes anyway.  I always do... whenever I feel like it.  It’s the same way I go shopping in Camden; “whenever I feel like it”.
            “WHO CARES if they buy the worse lobster roll on the coast of Maine while I walk down to the old cellar hole ‘on the (old New England) property’.



(From this one... one 'sights' the back door of the homestead.)



            Who cares?  NOBODY CARES.
            That I know every sit on rock on this old New England property.
            That I have and continue to ...sit on... every sit on rock on...
            That I cherish the sit on rock as a singular form of
            (Antique) granite landscape fixture
            On the old New England property.
            Don’t... you want to... sit on... a sit on rock... too?
            “You care?”



Thursday, June 26, 2014

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Seven - "An... Absolute Jewel"


Trimming Grass and Weeds Around
Old New England Property
(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures

Part Seven

"An... Absolute Jewel"



            Within the concise... of less than one half mile wide diameter...  circle... that... easily encloses my... residential neighborhood... there stand SIX colonial era (1740-1760) ‘dug cellars’.  There is an additional 1790 ...primitive... ‘Federal Style’ ‘dug cellar’ homestead too that... is more correctly denoted to be modeled on the, for example, Portsmouth, NH colonial waterfront ‘in anticipation of’ (Federal style) HOMESTEAD (emphasizing that last word in opposition to any FANCY Federal style... thoughts).  Of the seven ‘sites’... FIVE of the homesteads, including the ‘late’ one, have their original ‘house’ on top of their original ‘dug cellar’.  TWO of the colonial homestead sites are... cellar... holes.  Both of these cellar... holes... are ‘hidden’ and ‘undisturbed’ as I write (2014).
All five of the actual houses are, for the most part, ‘original’ with only modest ‘changes’.  ALL are of their original (primitive small low square box-around-large-center-brick fireplace kitchen chimney) ‘Cape Style’ form with no... no... disturbance to the trained eye on this precept.  All other homes within this circle... and for a few miles away too... were built after... and ‘well after’... World War II.  MOST additional homes were built WELL less than twenty years ago.  What that means is that from the Colonial era until ‘now’... no additional ‘antique’ homes (Greek Revival, Victorian, Civil War era, etc.) were built.  This is NOT a unique setting.  One may travel two miles further “out” (the coastal Maine land finger) to ‘come upon’ another EQUAL if not slightly earlier (1738) ‘settlement’... for example.  These... ‘sheltered’ ‘settlements’ from the colonial era prospered by ‘taking’ the (sheltered) ‘best land’ next to the (sheltered) ‘best cove’ (salt water access) and... as family, never letting go of it.  There was no need to ‘let go’ to ‘improve’ for these lands and their access to the sea... were... and are still... perfection... of... old New England property.  It was not until the




            CAR...
            CHANGED
            Everything... (1950-ish)
            That... “land”
            “Was sold” (for ‘people’ to ‘build houses’ “ON”).
            KEEPING a steady hand on this... pleasing... evolution of this sort of residential community development... to this day... is the... pleasing...  partnership of historic preservation and
            Poverty.
            There is no historic preservation ‘around here’ but LACK OF (any) MONEY has, after the (“waterfront”) “LAND” “WAS SOLD”, preserved the ‘original undisturbed state’ of the clusters of ‘colonial settlements’.  “OTHER PLACES” where there is found “MORE MONEY” have ...NOT... ‘survived’.  This includes those “other places” “cellar holes” too.
            Get the message:  Poverty preserves... MONEY destroys.
            Example?
            “WE HAD THE HOUSE RAISED AND PUT A (poured cement eight to twelve foot high) BASEMENT UNDER IT and are BUILDING THE ADDITION ON THE BACK TOO”.
            So much for that colonial hand dug ‘crawl space’ and ‘cellar hole’.
            “WE RESTORED IT
            OURSELVES”
            (Using money):
            “IT COSTS A LOT TO DO THIS (‘restore’ a ‘colonial’) “CAPE”.
            But what about the ‘property’?
            “WE DIDN’T NEED ALL THAT... LAND.  WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH IT.  THEY SUB-DIVIDED IT.”
            “Oh... there used to be a (colonial era) house on it (that land).”
            “IT WAS JUST A CELLAR HOLE.  THEY FILLED IT IN”.
            “Oh.”
            “YOU’D NEVER KNOW IT WAS THERE.  THEY BUILT A HOUSE BEHIND WHERE IT WAS”.




            Where
            It was.
            Get it?





            The way it used to be done, the bulldozer (the machine making the backup beeping noise) would approach the cellar hole from around the four sides and... “bump”... the cut granite (foundation) cap stones... into...
The cellar hole
            First.
            Once rid of these stones as upward protrusions, the ...dozer... would... ‘fill in’ and ‘level’ “THE SITE” by religiously ‘pushing in’ the ‘field stone lined walls’ of the ‘hole’ while ‘pushing additional material (gardens, landscape) “INTO” “THE HOLE”
            Too.
            Completion... of the ‘filling in the cellar hole’ project was... celebrated... by the bulldozer hurriedly driving back and forth on top (“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”) of the filed hole to ‘pack it down’ ‘flush’ so ‘you wouldn’t even know’ that a cellar hole... or colonial homestead... ‘had been there.

            This ‘be done’ changed passionately, religiously and... commercially by the mid 1970’s.  “PEOPLE” “DISCOVERED” the ...foundation cap “stones” and “WANT THOSE” so had the ‘bumping’ ‘into’ stopped and
            The cap stones are now gathered up (usually by something going “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” too)
To be ‘loaded’ and ‘hauled away’ (includes more beeping) to become...
            Commercially valuable
            Granite landscape fixtures.
            Often they became... “WALL” along “THE EDGE” of... they (house lots) are not really a “PROPERTY” even though the “THEY” called them “THAT”:  “MY PROPERTY
            Property is theft?******
            OR... they ‘are used as’ “STEPS” (to the front door of “MY HOUSE”).


            OK:  Stopping right here we must take a.... slash and burn... side trip WITHIN the wonderland of old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixtures.  For the ‘own good’.
            A “step” and the “STEPS” are... like troughs, millstones, colonial quarries, ‘sits on ledge’ and... cellar holes... a true old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture.  A true ‘step’ has true form, true age, true placement, true wear and true... true... TRUTH of true... to the effort of ‘knowing about’ ... old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixtures.
            Reversed, to no surprise (to the reader by now?), if one places or stacks up old New England cellar hole ‘cap stones’ and ‘uses them’ as “STEPS” and... therefore... purveys them to all comers as “NICE” “MY” “STEPS”
            God damn you... for you have God damned yourself before him.  What one actually ‘has’... is a “cut (granite) stone being used as a step”.  This is because a true ‘step’ IS a true STEP... and is easily discerned as ‘being that’.
            The step form... is a long-ish ‘squared’ rectangle that... closely resembles a, for example, ‘foundation cap stone’ BUT
            It is ‘finished’ (‘made to be a step’).


            Characteristically the TOP of the “STONE” is... ‘chiseled down’ about one half to three fourths of an inch ‘all the way across’ the top in visible lines that make the surface look like a... nail file... texture... TWO THIRDS of the ‘way back’ leaving the BACK THIRD at the original height and ‘unfinished’.  This ...distinctive crafting... is for ‘ice in winter’ and ‘drainage’ of moisture (rain) “OFF” the step that... in fact only works sort of due to the winter time ‘bridge freezes first (step freezes first) condition BUT IS DONE (by a lone man and hand chisel working ‘on it’ ‘for days’) IN ‘good effort’ intention and... MUST BE THERE.. to be a true antique granite “step” because that is the “WAY THEY DID IT” ‘back then’.  THIS cut into the granite... traction ribbing...
            IS THEN
            Required... too... to be of “LONG USAGE WORN”... “smoothed down” from CENTURIES of FOOT WEAR...:  “WORN” on the top surface, the ribbing, the ‘all exposed edges... including the
            NOT WORN
            And not worn edges...
            Where “NO ONE WALKS”.
            That is a step; an old New England property front door step CLASSIC .
            “Do not accept an imitation”.
            A foundation cap stone ‘placed’ and ‘used’ as a “MY STEPS”... ‘is not’
            One.  It is, again, a ‘cut (granite) stone being used as a step’.
            Know the difference.
            I know the difference... in one quarter second of a glance.
            Once one ‘SEES’ “THIS” ... one does not forget ‘it’.
            WHAT premium does one think a ‘real’ ‘step’ “COMMANDS” ‘in the market’?
            Or... when “THEY” take the “STONES” (foundation cap stones), why do they always very, very carefully take the ‘steps’ ‘first’?
            Do you have a real step?  Go out and LOOK.


            Now that I have assisted one in discerning an... absolute jewel... of a TRUE old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture... we may go back to
            Fretting
            The ‘filled in’
            Of the... old... New England... cellar hole.
            “Brimstone and Hellfire
            You say?"




****** “P. J. Proudhon; “What is property?  Property is theft”.







Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Six - "The Puzzle of the Pieces"


Trimming Grass and Weeds Around
Old New England Property
(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures

Part Six

"The Puzzle of the Pieces"


             We are... now... (continuing from Part Five)... in the woods... of the old New England property... discovering it (the woods) to be full of (antique) granite landscape fixtures?

            “ROCKS ALL OVER THE PLACE (on the property)”.
            Literally.
            “OMG... and I THOUGHT
            YOU JUST GO TO THE STORE and BUY them.”





            Returning to the ‘turn your back on it and walk away’ ...release... of the weed whacker (Part One)... and my ‘old granite rummaging about the property from there on... we, of latest (Part Five), discerned the old granite fence post ...monuments... with noting in passing those to be very near the ...old New England property’s very own colonial era granite... quarry AND THAT also







            We mentioned the in near proximity too of a ...cellar... hole ...that is a hand dug; one man with hand shovel, hole in the ground with walls ‘lined’ with granite ‘field stone’ and topped (“capped”) with four to five foot  long hand cut granite ‘cap stones’... cut from the... granite quarry... that is two tenths of a mile away (in... once-cleared-field that is now... ‘the woods’) ‘over level ground’... AND... not forgetting our mention of





            The Spring
            That is... a four foot by two foot rectangle...by one and one-half foot deep... that “NEVER FREEZES” (with a water level that) “NEVER GOES DOWN” ( or has the water level lower or ‘dry up’)...; an old cut granite ‘lined’...
            Old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture...
            Too.



            Breathless from the STRESS of these discernments... and my suggested ridicule of the “cast cement’ vision-of-version of old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixtures (Part Four)... let’s just “go back to the house” and... make this quandary worse?


            Why not for IF we find a quarry of granite ledge in the forest we, surely, cannot find ledge to be of itself... an  (“NO!”) old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture... too?
            But... now we will ‘know’ (learn)
            Of the ‘calling’ (title)
            That is... not... well understood if heard.
            Now will be heard... AS IT BE;
            The puzzle of its piece.
            ‘Revered too’ (turn upon itself)... of being an anchor... of TRUE irrefutable foundation of (“NO!”) old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixtures.
            The title words are:  “Sits on ledge”
            “The house...”
            “Sits on ledge”
            To explain by reversal... “yours doesn’t”.
            Isn’t this a nasty passes-right-by the snotty-ish millstone ‘placed’ (Part Three)?
            Oh yes it does for to say the ‘be able to say’ that:
            One’s colonial old New England home is ‘so old’ that it “sits on ledge”...:  Viewing the horizon line will not bring this cantonment of civilization passages (literally) home.  Most choose to ignore the ‘ever hearing that’ AND the ‘hearing OF that’.
            What ‘sits on ledge’ means is the ‘some’; usually ‘a side’ or ‘a corner’ of the very old colonial settler’s homestead “sits on” the (and only on the) rock ground (‘ledge’) of the property.  That is...:  HOUSE.  ROCK... nothing else.


            So... rock gardeners like ledge in the ‘yard’ too.  And it goes from there:  That... ‘ledge’ is an... old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture.  Keeps right on going all over the property including... the chicken house ‘hung on (sitting) on ledge’... the cranberry bog being ‘formed’ by dammed (damned?) ‘ledge’ back to ‘quarry’ ‘the ledge’ (an action) and finally back to the house again that has its ‘cellar hole’ ‘dug into’ ‘the ledge’.  This last is rephrased in ‘modern’ as ‘gonna TRY to fit’ the septic tank ‘into the ledge’ or ‘else we’ll have to blast’.





            While I am at composing (composting?) this vignette of chapters (blog posts), I ‘visited’ the quarry.  I’ll come right back to that.  I, also, visited... the northeast corner of the house that ‘sits on ledge’.  For perspective... of colonial era old New England homesteads on old New England properties... the... center of the house... fireplace kitchen...; the original ‘main room’ of the ‘home’... is a diagonal line to the ‘sits on ledge’ corner of about ...twelve feet (therefore “yes” a ‘small’ ‘house’).  THIS whole half of the house space would be divided by two thirds – one third.  The smaller third be... a ‘room’ at that ‘sits on ledge’ corner commonly call ‘the buttery’ but, more usefully being a room of passage from the ‘back door’ ‘into’ ‘the (fireplace) kitchen “room”.  AT the ‘sits on ledge’ corner... one looks out the window to see that the ‘sits on’ ledge rises very, very sharply to have (the rock ledge) ‘flush’ with the window’s ...sill.  UNDER the ‘floor’ of these rooms... is a... six inch space holding ... round six inch tapering diameter “TREES” (logs) that were cut down RIGHT THERE on the property to ‘make the floor’.  There is not... on this ‘sits on ledge’ side of the homestead, even a ‘crawl space’.  JUST... HOUSE sitting on... ROCK:  Nothing else.
            And “yours doesn’t”.
            In the 1740’s... in Coastal Maine New England’s ‘January and February’ THIS SPACE...
            WAS IT; called “HOME”.


            Discovering that... we have ‘followed back’ “enough” on the old New England property to find a true... in fact true... ‘ground zero’ (“sits on ledge”)... we NOW may reasonably study the puzzle and its pieces to fully, truly and ....passionately... understand... the why and the what... that makes the subject of this vignette; “Trimming Grass and Weeds Around An Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures”, a GENUINE... and a singular... and a ...truly beautiful ‘when studied’... old New England.
            Therefore... one may now GO BACK down the driveway and retrieve the GOD DAMN weed whacker and GO BACK to ‘trimming’ the GOD DAMN mold cast cement Italianate Winnie the Pooh ‘GARDEN FIXTURES’ (“features”?) (Parts One and Four).  “OH MIRROR BALL” this is TRUE for that et al may never be TRIMMED ENOUGH to:
            No... it cannot ever...
            “Sit on ledge”... as the pure strain... of the “Trimming Grass and Weeds Around An Old New England Property (antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures".
            I never need to trim out there; the ‘sits on ledge’ corner, anyway; it’s the ‘dark corner’ (northeast).  Very little grows there.  But I went out there... anyway... to ‘look at it’ to... like... see... if either the house or the ledge has moved... one... God... damn... inch.  Both are “STILL THERE” I report.  That’s a quarter of a millennium “there as that”.





            “OH BUT”... right there then ‘pretty cool’ for, well... I forgot about that but I... ah... had ah... “yeah” ah... “PUT” a... natural growth forest found Spruce ‘guttered’ ‘tree’ trunk THERE as a ‘natural wood drainage ‘gutter’...:  “See ah”... I found the tree in the forest on the property when I was ‘cutting’ and I ... noted its natural form value so ‘cut to fit’ it ‘out there’ and brought it back to ‘put there’ to ‘drain the rainwater from the down spout ‘AWAY” from the ...ledge (“sits on”).  The ‘they’ (original old settlers) did ‘en stuff’ like that in... the 1740’s... TOO.  Today... one has to do this “IT” that way TOO for the... “Building Supply Store” super box stores, et al, “we don’t have that I THINK I know what you mean”.



            Now we go back to the quarry.
            When I was out there... reviewing....:  I’ve been out there reviewing for DECADES... I was looking over the hand drilled cut holes... along the ledge... where they “CUT” the “STONE”.  I’ll get to THAT... in a future chapter (blog post).  I scrambled up on top of the ledge and was, like... “yeah” up there TOO ...BUT:
            I find right up on the top ‘ah growing’ “PERFECT” another LARGER AND LONGER Spruce ‘guttered’ ‘tree’ trunk THERE as a ‘natural wood drainage ‘gutter’...:
            I didn’t ‘cut it’ yet.  JUST FILE IT AWAY... and... perhaps... I... determine a spot... on the old New England property where I would (maybe.... maybe not) like to “PLACE” that; a natural wood landscape fixtures.  Maybe not?  MAYBE it’s doing JUST FINE as it is up on the top of the
            (Colonial) old New England property’s (antique) granite landscape fixture; the (a puzzle of a piece) “quarry”.




            All of these ...unique to colonial New England... pieces to the puzzle... that are actually more properly... a property’s puzzle of pieces... must... “are now”... being determined to be ‘of the bedrock’; THEY ALL ‘sit on ledge’...:  They all should  be tallied... properly trimmed... and hidden away.  I have learned.  And pass on.
            “Is there anything else?”


            Yes...:  Trees.  Not lumber.  Not building supplies.  TREES.  “There was there... (granite) ROCKS and... TREES.  “Trees” ...or the lack of them... is ALSO a landscape fixture on an old New England property.  And I mean... “(antique) trees”.


            And that is a... whole... other... subject... whose suggested role we have had occur TWICE in THIS chapter; the ‘under the floor’ trees and the ‘natural gutter’ trees.


            That is all I am going to say... about the “TREES”; ‘suggested role’.  I... have enough to sort out with the weed whacker, the cement garden fixtures... the... “The Corruption”... AND...


The cellar hole... is an old New England property granite landscape fixture?  Too.
             Or did a “YOU” “FILLED OURS IN”?
            “Oh...
            Another (old New England property [antique] granite landscape fixture) burial... you say?”