Summer makes me nostalgic.
Each time I see this aged gate I smile and remember the summer when my ten year old son and his best buddy came struggling though the back yard carrying it between them. It was in exactly the same condition that it is now and was found somewhere upstream in the creek bed. Upon spying it they just knew I would love it and find a home for it in one of the gardens. And of course they were right.
Earlier this week I thought it was missing, perhaps stolen, and was broken hearted. To my relief it was found lying in some tall grass. I moved it farther from the street and to a place I could keep a better eye on it. A little piece of tangible love needs to be well cared for.
Leave it to Karl at the tender age of 10 to know what you would love. It looks perfect there.
Posted by: Trina | June 23, 2006 at 08:45 AM
Aw, how sweet. Some of my most treasured things have been dragged home from someone's trash heap, or just discarded, by one or another of my kids.
Posted by: Vicki | June 23, 2006 at 01:47 PM
Love the gate! Sometimes its the little things that are the most special to us.
Posted by: Liz | June 23, 2006 at 06:06 PM