An archived photo tells the story of the end of the gardening season. The wood is my emergency pile to use in the fireplace in case we loose electricity. I need to cut the logs into two pieces so they will fit the fireplace.
I need to dig out the snow shovel from my garden shed. It was may parents' shovel and I had buried it last year sometime, so I didn't have it for the last winter. I caught a glimpse of it this summer so I will need to dig for it. The broken handled shovel is one from my father in laws farm. I have a newer one like it with a long handle but a shovel is a piece of history that can't just be thrown away. I use it when I have something small to plant and don't want to use the trowel.
2 comments:
A fitting photo indeed.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Love the textures in this pic. John has pieces of tools that belonged to our dads.
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