Maybe it was my childhood. I have very early memories of spending summer visits with my Grandfather in his woodshop pulling nails out of used lumber so that he could reuse it for new projects.
Or perhaps when my family moved out to the country and we made the discovery of a junkpile on the property. So many summers we rummaged around that big pile to see what “treasures” might be found.
And even as a young adult, working in my own woodshop,
I was always experimenting with new ways to use scrap.
Whatever the reason may be, I cannot stop my mind from spinning when I see something broke down that could have a brilliant new life and purpose with just the right persuasion. It is a favorite mind game and frequently the reason I can’t quite part with something that I’ve determined has “potential”. Luckily, Farmer Tom keeps some of that impulse under control by throwing out junk that really IS junk. Otherwise we might be buried alive here!
Not that Farmer Tom isn’t a junker himself. Case in point, this rusty metal looking thing. It is actually the framework for a disassembled mobile home. He dragged this home and parked it in our back field a couple years ago. Last year it was my muse for wild flowers and butterflies.
On a beautiful day like today, still in the midst of a Midwest winter, I found a little inspiration in an old forgotten piece of rusty metal. And it was a beautiful thing.
What do you see?
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