Last weekend, after I got home from the beach, I found Jay shovelling a trench around his garage. There is no drainage, and everything inside has been slowly molding: camping equipment, fishing gear, tools. Yup, tools. These are the things that mean something to him. The trench is narrow and the dirt must be removed by 5 gallon bucket. It's another dream home improvement project that could have been completely avoided had the original owners done it right to begin with.
Anyway, Jay removed three small evergreens in front of the garage so that he could maneuver. Behind the stumps we found a boneyard. From the contents, it looks like Elizabeth's. She was the previous potter here, between the Craven's and us. I'm not sure how long she worked here, but she left buckets of unlabelled glazes, multiple shelves of shoddy bisqueware and apparently a boneyard to rival that of a potter with twice her years worth of work. I raked up 4 boxes of broken pottery and added to them several broken Craven pieces. It was another exercise in ownership.Personally, I don't believe in boneyards. I will not live forever, and someone will be left to deal with my unwanted pots. I hammer up my rejects and with deep regret include them with my household trash. If anyone has a better solution, I'm all ears. I just look at a boneyard like composting by tossing apple cores and onion peels straight into the backyard. It's just not the right thing to do.
What do you do with your rejects?