OK, it’s the red hammer. (MJ brought that out to “help daddy break up the concrete.”)

Everything else — weird piece of drill bit, broken spade handle, wire thick enough to suspend a car with — were all found deep in the soil where soon we will plant, um, something that can grow in highly metallic soil. Perhaps a fake Christmas tree.

Anyway. I don’t know what kind of person kept this garden, but one thing I do know: they had a hard time holding on to their tools.