Once I knew I had the out not to publish every day, I took it!
I know, not a pretty photo, but a good story. You see, this is the grave of my hopes and dreams…at least that was what I was thinking as I piled up the rocks, a sort-of gift to the people who are buying my house.
In the northeast, many of us have to have our septic system pass a “Title V” inspection when we sell our homes.
TITLE V: Massachusetts law requires that a property that is serviced by a septic system, cesspool or other private waste disposal system be inspected before a home is sold. A septic system has a tank, distribution box, and soil absorption system commonly known as a “leach field”.
I am not getting any proceeds from my sale, so I tried to find the cheapest inspector. My realtor gave me a name. Nobody told me that the reason why the guy was cheaper was that the owner was required to dig up the distribution box, which can be 3 to 6 feet deep in the ground! If you even know where it is located.
My inspector got the septic plans from the board of health and we had to do measurements to find it. Of course it was under a rose bush. I hate killing plants but I had no choice. Once the rose bush was sent to its death, roots up in the woods, my neighbor helped me dig, and dig, and dig through the rocky soil. There was one HUGE rock we couldn’t dig out, but luckily it was next to the distribution box, not on top of it. Thank goodness for my wonderful neighbor, I couldn’t have done it without him (especially since I had sold my spade at a yard sale).
I won’t go into the other complications, but the inspection was finally completed. Now I was left to fill in the hole. That is what this picture shows. I decided to take all the rocks we had dug up and pile them on top to mark the spot, then I took the photo.
What I find eerie is that it mostly looks black and white, with just a bit of a green bush in the background (I did not photoshop it…I don’t know how). The process of selling and cleaning out the house has been a tough one for me, and I really did think, “This is the grave of my hopes and dreams,” and somehow it seems my thoughts were reflected in the photo. The cheery thing is that there is still some life after this; maybe in the future the bush will grow over the barren dirt. I hope so.
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge. (Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)
And today I decided I will nominate…no one! Because I think it only annoys people.