Scars heal
Chris Cagle sings a chorus that goes like this:
Scars heal… glory fades
And all we’re left with are the memories made, oh yeah
Pain hurts, but only for a minute
Yeah life is short so go on and live it
Cause the chicks dig it
Living at Two Mile has open my eyes to all kinds of things I didn’t see before. Take scars for example.
The first photo below is taken shortly after buying the land. You can see the old fence line and the tallest tree on the left is now at the edge of the deck. The second image is during the trenching for the waterline. We cut a 5 foot trench over 300 feet to bury water and electric and when we were finished, there was a 2 foot hump — a scar — running through the property.
It quickly weeded over, I couldn;t run a mower over it, and the one time I ran along side it with the tractor, the front tire caught the edge of the trnch and burried it to the axles. Unlike the first time I stuck the tractor in the ground, I managed to get it free but adding power when it mattered. So mostly, for four and a half months, I’ve tried to ignore it.
Last night, I walked over the length of the scar and felt the ground was settled enough to run the mower over it and see what shape I was in. The result is below. Looking pretty good, all things considered.
As a side note, in May, I fell 9 feet from the top of a ladder and landed on my left shoulder. I was fortunate, no dislocation, no fracture, and perhaps no rotator cuff tear, but enough pain and discomfort that it has significantly slowed my building.
So as I sit on the deck tonight, I realize that scars do heal. The best cure is nothing at all, but time.
