This weekend is Easter weekend. It's also dumpster weekend. I've lost count of the number of dumpsters we've had at our house over the last three years.
We have them in reduced frequency now... the latest is to send away a full year's worth of accumulation.
I suppose we could hire someone to take all this stuff away, but there's something I like about personally disposing of the debris from our efforts; the memories.
Like the pile of mortar that Cynthia and Sascha chiseled off of the old bricks that became the studio patio. Or the chunks of concrete from the sidewalk we broke out to make way for the new back porch and patio. And then there was all the wood from tearing off the porch, scraps from the new arbor, branches from another large shrub that fell to the chain saw...
Some times we look at our house project and forget from where we have come.
Touching the cast-off's one last time serves as a nice reminder, an opportunity to celebrate our journey.
Here's what the back yard looks like at night now...
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