True story

From an email I sent out earlier.We live in an old, rickety house on a small lot - about seven-tenths of an acre - up on a hill by the Montague River in Brudenell. The house and property are over 125 years old. Trees on one side, the river and trees on the other.Last year, before the snow set in, a couple of trees came down in high winds. One landed across our red shed. Another old tree on the abatement - the strip separating our property from the neighbours' - leaned toward the house at an angle that felt threatening. So we hired a man with a chainsaw. He came, he cut, he left without saying much. But it seems he found something.When I dig holes to plant shrubs or trees, I find what people buried here before us - old bottles, china, nails, long coils of wire. I don't know the full history of this place, but whoever lived here had a habit of burying things they no longer wanted.When we were raking this spring, we found a stone near where the man had cleared the fallen tree. We didn’t…