Ever since we bought the Hermit Haus, I have wondered why there are giant holes in the empty lot next to the old church.
I’ve had many theories, such as buried oil tanks, buried treasure, buried people—you know scary things. I also asked a few people but they all said I don’t know you tell me.
A couple of these holes are rather deep. I covered up one of them with Herman’s house, which was a good idea, but two of them are just sticking out in the middle of the empty field. They are just inviting me to sprain another ankle. Danger! Danger!
Last night, Lee and Mandi and I were talking about the holes again. Lee said to me, I think that they are where trees were. Some Cameron native told him that. Oh, now that makes sense.
The theory is that they cut down a tree, get rid of the stump, and then when the roots begin to disintegrate, the ground sinks in. The bigger the tree, the bigger the hole.
That makes good sense. This is a very old neighborhood and many of the trees have died naturally. And there used to be a house on that lot.
All we have right now are these cute weeds.
What do we do?
We can’t just leave the holes. Once we open the businesses, they are a liability. My idea is to plant more trees there. The holes are pre-dug! I see crape myrtles in our future as soon as it cools off a bit.