Moved into a 1930s house with a badly neglected yard about dozen years ago. Over the course of a couple years, while cleaning up raspberry canes along the back fence line, I found several pieces of jewellry. Some of it was junk, but two ladies rings were gold, and one of those contained a semi-precious stone. Had both cleaned up/rebuilt by a jeweller, so they were like new, and the one with the stone went to my oldest grand daughter. I like to think there is some sort of romantic story behind the jewellry from the garden, but my wife figures the stuff was dumped there by a drunk or a burglar.