Hidden treasures

First of all, I want to thank you so much for your kind comments regarding my husband’s photography from yesterday’s post. He doesn’t like me making a fuss over it, or even mentioning when he is the photographer but I have told him before that I will not take credit for another person’s work. I did tell him at the dinner table tonight what some of you said.

He quickly changed the subject.

He’s always been a bit of a hermit, my husband has. And this post is about something he discovered in the yard several weeks ago.

I took these photos on March 6, when we still had snow on the ground but the weather was the warmest we’d experienced since last fall. And as much as I love winter, I was incredibly happy that weekend because of the warmth of the sun. These photos were taken the day before my husband set up the tent in the yard, the post that earned me a finalist award in The Smitten Image’s Post of the Week.

There is a small stand of black locust trees in the middle of the yard and the vines growing up and around them were terrible. Ever since we moved here in October 2008, we could see that there was what looked like a pile of rubble deep in the recesses of the vines.

My husband had slowly been hacking away at these vines that week and I hadn’t even noticed. So imagine my surprise when the weather turned warm that Saturday and I found a barbecue grill in the yard.

What my husband had uncovered was a very old outdoor fireplace.

I can’t even begin to guess when this fireplace had been built, but the stone and the mortar look just like the stone and mortar on the breakfast nook, seen in the photo to the left.

The breakfast nook used to house the well but was turned into a room addition at some point. The original house is right next to it and dates to 1769. Next to that is the 1810 addition with the widow’s walk on the roof.

It’s not that we’re going to use the newly-uncovered fireplace. But it’s nice to have it out in the open.

My husband cut the vines as high as he could and at least that may stop them from continuing to grow and killing the trees. And because I made such a big deal out of the whole thing, it probably contributed to him setting up the tent on the following day.

And I will always remember that day. It was a treasure.

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I’m looking forward to LOST tonight and it promises to answer some questions on Richard, who is quite the Mystery Man. The Man Who Never Ages. Any LOST fans out there?

 

I’m just throwing this photo in because I think it’s cool-looking.

And on that note, I’ll say farewell for now. Until tomorrow . . .