My day began simply enough, helping Hubby hunt for another lost tool. He has hot pink paint and will paint this the same color as his tongs if we ever find it. I suspect after he sharpened his blades he drove away to Bush Hog with tools on the deck and they are some where on this farm. I looked in a garden cart sorting tools from trash...Hubby is infamous for tossing with talent.
The wagon was full of ants and eggs. They did not like me disturbing their nests and were frantically hauling eggs to their imagined safety. I had to find a new job until they settled down.
I stupidly picked this one to help Hubby get organized.
So I began...one square foot at a time.
First job was to empty the left corner,
move an oil barrel and find what Dad had stored inside.
I dredged with a stick and hung oily items to drain into the barrel. We had steel traps, log chains, and truck chains. I still have something I can't quite remove. It will be a hard earned surprise.
Remind me that I said Dirty hands are happy hands.
This was totally disgusting.
The barrel is probably more valuable than the items I rescued.
I had company.
Four square feet of stuff sorted
and many, many feet to go.
I know I will regret saying this but
Dirty feet are Happy feet.
