When my family became the owners of our current house they immediately discarded of the green grass in the back yard. Ever since the lawn was put into remission it has been a gold mine of artifacts. Each time it rains, little bits of plastic find their way to the surface. There are the normal tidbits of chewed up Frisbee and chipped plastic from an old bucket. What captures my attention is the little Green Army Men. I captured snapshots of what I found this past week. They had an owner with a creative imagination.
