Hazards of graduate study 2

Reading In Small Things Forgotten, I have a bit of an urge to dig up my back yard. The foundation of a small building is back there (possibly mid-nineteenth century*) and a similar foundation (less thoroughly covered) can be found in the hedgerow abutting our neighbor’s place. There might be something neat in there. But I am a bit too lazy to play amateur archaeologist…and in those moments when I am not lazy, and wonder if there is anything remotely interesting back there, I am dissuaded by the “amateur.”


* Our front porch includes a stone with the year 1855 carved into it. The house itself is most likely from the 1930s, but a neighbor said a previous owner had incorporated a stone from elsewhere on the property.

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