When I was a young bride, I used to think my father-in-law was nuts to always be saving things. Endless coffee cans of nuts and bolts, old screen doors, old posts, bits of iron, string, etc., etc. Back in the 70's no one ever heard of 'going green' or 're-purposing'.
Since moving to the farm, I have a whole new respect for Harold. Anytime we need to build something or repair something or even create something artistic, we visit Harold's categorized dumping areas on our property we inherited from him and David's mom.
David doesn't remember exactly where his dad got several old telephone posts, but they have been back here in front of our woods for literally decades now. We are quickly using them up.
Then there's these wonderful old railroad cross ties. They have a variety of uses, mainly to do with landscaping.And here is a stack of steel fence posts left over from my brother and sister-in-law's emu farming days. Aren't they are tempting little pile?
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