the carriage house
by Kay
Fall is the time for cleaning out the carriage house. We scrub clay pots and empty gasoline from the garden tiller. We clean garden tools. Tom sweeps cobwebs down from the ceiling and leaves up from the floor. My dad’s spade hangs from its nail on the wall, in perfect peace, the long, curved blade oiled, ready to churn the soil for new beds.
It’s a busy time of year!
Thanks for stopping by my Porch, Kay. Love the photo!
As spring is bursting from its seams this side of the equator, it’s always nice to be reminded that somewhere in the world other folk are preparing for winter. (Though I’m so. very. thankful that our winter is just about over now!)
Nice, Kay. I’ll be stopping by for updates. I love reading while sitting in my overstuffed incredibly comfortable chair what others are doing. Thanks for finding my blog and for sharing yours! Dan