24 December 2011

Warm Memories


This wheelbarrow was made by my dad. Dad died 34 years ago now. Wow, it doesn't seem possible. 

So this old wheelbarrow was out in Mom's barn when she moved a few years back. No one wanted it and we had just enough room in the back of our truck for it. Eventually, it made its way to D and J's backyard; knowing it would be a good home for it. Joseph painted it and set it in their garden.  
I understand the chickens all climbed up and explored every inch of it the minute it landed in the garden. They are so darn much fun to watch.
So nothing gone to waste. Wheelbarrow recycled. Warm memories pouring forth and warm memories being made.


3 comments:

Terrie said...

Have something used by loved ones and still keep using is a good memory. It will surely remind your good days with Dad.

Meg said...

It's great to see dad's handiwork passed on and I love imagining the chickens. Dad loved his Bantums and one of my memories is of him holding a chick, nothing more than a bit of fluff, ih his hands by the barn. Love iny

Meg said...

It's great to see dad's handiwork passed on and I love imagining the chickens. Dad loved his Bantums and one of my memories is of him holding a chick, nothing more than a bit of fluff, ih his hands by the barn. Love iny