When I first moved into this house I had a huge garage sale. At the tale end of the last day of the sale a woman comes and asks me about the half barrels all over my yard in various stages of disarray. None of them had plants in them. Truthfully I disliked them but had no plan for them. She asked if she could take them so I said sure and helped her empty them.
Of the eight or so I had all but three shattered when we tried to empty them. But they were far to heavy to lift full of dirt. She took the ones that stayed intact and left me the carcasses of the rest. She nonchalantly said. “Those are easy to get rid of…
Put the wood in the yard debris and the metal in the recycling.” To this day they sit exactly as we left them in all their decrepit glory. Reminding me of the woman that came to take something I hadn’t offered and left me a mess behind.
I’m sure she’s a lovely woman to other people. To me…….she’s just the woman that left my yard like this.
One day I’ll have to expend the energy to right the wrong. For now……it’s just a blister festering in the sun.