Writing 101 Day 3: Treasure

On Day three of Writing 101, we were given a list of words and told to choose one. I chose the word “treasure”.

The expression, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” has been around in one form or another for a long time, probably because of the truth of the concept. It basically means that what one person finds useless, another might find valuable.

I like junk. If I see something “free” on the side of the road, I have to at least slow down and take a closer look. I have done some excavating in the old burn pile on our place, and found quite a few treasures. When he found a small, old tractor or lawn mower tire in one of the junk piles left on the place, my son told Ed, “You know, Mom is going to want this.” He was right, and I think I have an idea of what to do with it. I’ll share it with you when it’s finished. I keep tin cans, toilet paper tubes, glass containers, bottle caps and whatever else I think might be useful. I think I probably told you about the time I picked up a used windshield wiper turned it at an angle and told Ed; “Look honey, it’s an eyebrow!” He just calmly said, “No baby, it’s a windshield wiper.” Its taken some time, but he is starting to come around. Here are some pictures of some of my repurposed junk.

We found this in the side of the road a few years ago.

We found this in the side of the road a few years ago.

same dresser  painted and decorated with ribbon and scrapbook paper

same dresser painted and decorated with ribbon and scrapbook paper. The bottom drawer needed some work, so Ed has it in the garage

rub made from old sheets

rug made from old sheets

tin man, dog and flower

tin man, dog and flower

God tends to favor one man’s trash too. The scripture is full of examples of the Lord choosing the most unlikely, least qualified individual to serve His purposes. Jesus himself was the “stone the builders rejected” who became “the cornerstone”(Psalm 118:22, Matt 21:42, Eph 2:20, 1 Pet 2:6). I take great comfort in knowing that God sees the hidden beauty, the buried treasure in us; just like I see in a old piece of junk along the side of the road.


Writing 101: Things I Like

Today’s assignment for Writing 101 was:

“Today, write your own list on one of these topics:

  • Things I Like
  • Things I’ve Learned
  • Things I Wish”

So here is my list of things I like, in no particular order:

Having all my children home together.

Music of all kinds, but particularly those pieces that, without words, stir something so deep that they bring tears to my eyes, and I don’t even know why.


Playing piano and guitar (I don’t do either one very well, but I’m learning)

Jammin’ with family and friends.

Big dogs.

Strong black coffee


Books. This is not the same as reading. I love physical books, especially the old ones. I love how they feel in my hands. I love sitting amongst bookshelves, taking in the smell of old books. There is something comforting about that to me.

Junk, aka Antiques. Discussing the subject with my dad a few weeks back, he said, according to my step-mother, “If it’s in the house, its an antique; if its outside, it’s junk. We know where I got my love for junk.

Repurposing said junk. I love picking up something that most would consider trash, and turning it into something useful, beautiful, or just plain fun.

Musical Theater, particularly from the 1930s and 40s. Love Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy!

Being able to go outside my house, pick something growing out there, whether planted by me or by God, come back in and use it for food or medicine.

Hanging out with God’s people.


Exploring book stores and junk stores with Ed.

Wood stoves

Baking, although that’s kind of on the shelf now. I have promised my daughter that I will bring it back for the holidays.




Where is Winter?

I’m not complaining, mind you, but our January thaw has gone on all month. Tomorrow we are expecting a near record breaking 67 degrees! Looking at next week’s forecast, we may be heading back to winter soon. By next Sunday, they are saying 30 degrees and snow. We’ll see. We know it’s coming, we just don’t know when.

Since the weather has been so nice, it has given Ed a chance to get out and work on cleaning up the fence rows. It is a job that may take several years, because most of the fences have been long neglected. Cleaning them now, means cutting down full grown trees.

Another part of the clean-up involves two junk piles. One is actually a burn pile, but the other is along a fence next to the old chicken coop. It’s the one that the old junker in me gets excited about. There is all kinds of stuff in there, including an old bath tub. Not a clawfoot or anything like that, but metal nonetheless. When we started talking about our front yard garden, we discussed using it in a water feature. Unforunately, the whole junk pile is under a huge tree, part of which had broken off and fallen crosswise of the tub.

Because it was so heavy, Ed was leery of trying to deal with it himself. Enter my son Kyle, aka “Bam Bam”. Kyle was off work yesterday, and asked Ed if there was some work to do outside. Oh yes! We had been waiting for this day!

When I went out to check on them, they had the limb (that is such an understatement) off the tub, and were cutting it up. However, they had run out of bar and chain oil, so they were going to take a break. Kyle was heading back to the house, and Ed asked me if I wanted to ride to the hardware store with him to get more oil. I said I would.

Ed and "Bam Bam"

Ed and “Bam Bam”

Before we went, Ed wanted to show me everything they had done. They had got the limb of the tub, and dumped all the other junk out. Part of that junk was a small tire from a tractor or something. Ed pointed to it and said, “Kyle said, ‘Mom will want that’.” He was right, I do. I picked up a glass tray; the kind used in microwaves. It was dirty, but other wise ok. I took it to the house. While we were out there, I took pictures.

the Junk pile from a distance.

the Junk pile from a distance.

the tub

the tub

What had been in the  tub

What had been in the tub

other junk

other junk

and more

and more

Then I saw the wood in the back of the truck, all from the “little” limb that had been in the tub. Half of it is still on the ground.

fire wood

fire wood

Ed likes this piece. He’s thinking about doing some woodburning on it.

Later, Ed was splitting the logs and Libby was helping. I tried to get video of her moving the logs around, but she wouldn’t cooperate. She takes fetching a “stick” to a whole new level, but that is another blog post! Meeko just want to be were Ed is, and that’s another blog post too!

Libby "helping"

Libby “helping”

One thing about it. If the bottom drops out and winter comes back, we will have pleny of firewood!