The things you find in the garden.

As some of you might have surmised, Guy and I are not in our normal digs this summer, but have temporally moved up north to escape the heat.  We are renovating a home built in 1910, leaning heavy on contractors but doing the outside gardens and yard ourselves.  It's in a small town, and though it's different from my forest retreat, it is reminiscent of the first home that Guy and I bought, and it's starting to feel comfortable.

Which brings me to the tombstone in our back yard.  Okay, at...