cleaning the old glass ceramics, and bottles

…replaced gardening this morning as I was reconfiguring the back corner of the garden, moving dirt around, re-grading, making a new terraced area on the site of what must have been the former trash incinerator for the big old 1920’s Spanish style house behind me – and what came up with each new shovel of hydrophobic ashen soil were piles and piles of little bottles, each one different than the next, in funny shapes, which I am now collecting, cleaning, and considering what to do with them next – making me wonder what future generations of Sundown Drive residents will make of what I left back there.