Do you ever find it can take an eternity to finish a project? Sometimes even a small one?
When I was decorating the garden shed, I knew what I desired as the perfect finishing touch, but had NO idea where I’d land such a thing.
A coffee can of hand garden tools hangs from the shed. But they are ‘modern’. Not quite the rusty, dented, nor charming variety I had in mind.
Gasp… There they were. Rare vintage hand garden tools.. the very ones I use to use when at home!
I attempted to act all calm, cool and collected, but inside, I was anything but!
These were coming home. No matter what.
My brother and I use to run to Grandma’s after school. She had a massive garden and little orchard we use to love to frolic around in. The apples always appeared to be ripe for the picking. And the biggest hydrangea bushes you ever did see lined the entire side of her house.
She’d often putz around in the garden when we were over, bent over pulling and hoeing her award winning green thumb vegetable garden.
The love of gardening carried on to my Mom. Her jungle like gardens exploded with vegetables that lasted us through the year.
What put a smile on my face today was, I used tools like these in my school garden I grew at home, right next to Mom’s towering rows of corn.
I would work on that little garden, with the warm wind on my face, and to the tune of snapping, air dried laundry hanging on the clothesline, dancing above my head.
Behind the garden fence, the cows would be grazing away, waiting patiently for their daily throw of weeds and plants.
Know what I love about antiques the very most? The memories they bring rushing back.
These tools were PERFECT for continuing the garden shed’s story.
Or should I say, mine.
And that’s the beauty of collecting. Collecting never really stops, nor do the stories that go along with it.
While this may appear to be the finishing touch for the garden shed, and the perfect end to this story, I’m holding out hope there will be another chapter…
Do you collect for the items, or the memories?
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