Junk in the Corners
“Here ya go.,”he said, turning on the switch. “Weirooooooo,” it moaned as I passed over the area below the mammoth sycamore. When I moved the metal detector away, the moaning died down.
“Told you so,” he said flatly in a non-condescending tone. “If you want to learn about people, study what they throw away. There are usually piles of it buried at the property edges. People keep their junk in the corners.“
Sure enough, we found underground treasure; broken glassware, car parts, assorted bottles, and shards of iron that must have been tools or farming implements. Made me think of what kind of junk I have in my corners.