Despite my earlier postings, I would get the entire thing off of my property. When I bought my farm out of a foreclosure (2 year vacant), I tried to work with my one neighbor about his scrap metal and scrap wood on my farm. For 18 months I asked for it to be removed so I could fence a pasture. He is a pastor in his Church. I offered to go to the Church leadership to discuss the problem. Their response was to park cars so that the metal was touching my electric fence and other neighborly acts. So, I had the property line surveyed and installed a fence that ended up going right over their driveway.
Add to that fun, I had to evict a person who was living here for free while the bank owned it and expected to continue to live here for free after I bought it. They kept very large dogs and one had died recently. They’d buried it and made a little shrine site of the grave (lots of knick nacks and plastic stuff). They asked to be granted permission to continue to visit the grave (this after having literally damaged and broken into buildings because they were mad that they were no longer allowed total run of the farm.) I told them that once they were evicted by the sheriff, that was it. They dug up the body of a 100+ pound dog that had been buried only months prior (judging by the heft and size of the carcass), put it in a barrel and took it to her mother’s house where they buried it again. I don’t feel the least bit bad about having made them do it.
Based on these experiences, my attitude has become that if access to the property is so precious to XYZ, then they should have bought the property when it was available. If they want access so bad now, then they need to make me an offer that I won’t refuse.
For all this talk about how ‘nice’ coutry folk are… there’s a reason that horror stories in small towns are common. I have to continually fight Mother Nature to keep pastures and planting space. If I let it go, it would be one big scrub lot within a couple years. When I moved here, it took me three years to fight the local two legged varmint population back off the property because they all moved in when it was bank owned (I’m talking livestock, dumping trash, house stripped of all copper, one building used as a crack flop house, you name it) and felt like they were going to keep using it as their own. What I’ve learned about country folk is that they’re quite happy to run all over you for something they want and they’ll piss on you in a heart beat if it suits their needs.
Now, granted this little memorial is nothing like what I’ve been through, but if I were in the OP’s position, I plant the trees at the edge of the property (OFF the property), stick the bench up there and lay the crosses at the side protected by a tarp for pickup by who ever might want it.
And, I am sick to death of hearing about how ‘wonderful’ and ‘salt of the earth’ “country folk” are. I grew up in the boonies. I litterally had a genuine wet land as my back yard, owned horses but no tack beyond a halter and rope… I know “country folk” and they are not the “salt of the earth”. City gangs could only wish to be as ignorant and selfish as some of the “country folk” that I’ve known.