Today was Monday. One week after we closed on our land and 6 days into the clean-up, re-vamp, figure-out-what-the-hell-we-want-to-do-with-this-place.
It was not a great day. Many things went wrong. Including someone adding a mattress and box springs and other trash to an old pile of junk in the middle of the property. They didn’t just dump it along the road. No. They actually drove all the way down the driveway into the middle of our property and dumped it. I don’t know if they thought we wouldn’t notice or what … but really, it’s a little hard to miss something so big.
At first we were both a little miffed. I’m still a wee bit upset because someone came on my land without my permission and did who knows what else. Luckily they didn’t take anything that we could tell.
But then we decided that we weren’t going to be upset by it. We’re going to install a gate tomorrow and start running fence. That should keep anyone from just driving in. More importantly, we decided that this is a place of peace. Whatever happens, we will deal with it in the best way we can. The old mattress and box springs can be burned and the metal saved for scrap or the springs reused in another project.
Besides, now I get to be artistic and paint a sign or two:
The first will read – “For all who wander here uninvited, take a moment to find peace and then remember how it feels. 60 seconds from now you’ll be removing a broad-head arrow from your flesh. If you survive, you will be prosecuted for trespassing. That is all. Carry on.”
The second – “NO Trespassing. NO hunting. NO fishing. NO dumping. Violators will be shot. Survivors will be prosecuted. If you made it this far, the next step will be a doozy.”
Homesteading isn’t for the faint of heart or weak of stomach.