The Tragedies aren't as dire as my chewed up oak tree but there was still some carnage to survey this week. I lost one of my serviceberry shrubs (Amelanchier) to the snowplow. It's broken in half right at the base. The second serviceberry survived but I'm thinking I may need to move it as the road is obviously a treacherous spot. The snowplow also wreaked havoc with a Hydrangea 'Quick Fire' and two High Bush Cranberry (Viburnum trilobum). Numerous branches were broken on all these plants.
The snow has subsided from my front flower bed and to my surprise I found . . . . glass. You might recall that last spring when I began to dig over this bed I found many strange items in the dirt. I realized that this area must have been used at one time to dump garbage. It took many days of repeated digging and combing through the dirt to remove all the bits of garbage under the soil. I thought I had removed it all but apparently not. There lying in the sun for all to see was more glass. Big pieces too, as large as a finger. How could I have missed that? So I got a bag and began once more to pick glass out of the dirt, piece by piece. Then I saw what I first thought was a small plastic lid. More garbage!! But when I picked it up it didn't feel like plastic. A Triumph.
That was no plastic pop lid. It was a 1919 copper penny turned green with age. The story is, in my house anyway, that a finding a penny is good luck, but only if you pass it on. Hubby is a coin collector so who better to pass this on to. I feel like our home reached out and tapped me on the shoulder and said hey, you're in the right place and this is gonna work out here. Sometimes the world will tell you things if you're willing to listen. Yes, I got all that from a penny. Call me a romantic.