Ode to the Red Wheel Barrow
As I sit here typing this, I swear I can hear a bugle in the distance playing ‘Taps’ ..................
Well, last evening it finally happened. Our old, very, very old wheelbarrow, carried its last ever pile o’ alpaca poo over to The Big Poo Pile.
It’s been a very loyal wheel barrow, trustworthy, always faithfully serving its purpose. For years its purpose was the usual gardening and landscaping tasks. It also helped move rocks to build stone walls as well as move many countless cords of firewood. When the alpacas arrived it took over as Chief Poop Mover, rolling effortlessly from the barn. And our trusty wheelbarrow took ever so long to rust out completely. But once that rust started it was the beginning of the end. We’ve repaired its broken handles and flat tires over the years, but rust keeps on doing its thing until the metal cracks and then there’s a teeny hole. That teeny hole slowly [or quickly as the case may be] grew and grew until the ‘poo fell through.’ There just ‘ain’t much bucket’ left, which means it’s time for Wheel Barrow Retirement.
In other words, it’s actually time for this ole wheelbarrow to go to the dump.
Dan has had this trusty wheelbarrow for 29 years. He’s actually kind of sad to see it go. Yes, Sara and Emily, it’s the Chester Wheelbarrow!
In the distance, the sound of a bugle playing ‘Taps’ continues ......