Oh what a glorious day last Saturday turned out to be.
You see Punkin Darlin was in the middle of a handyman project re-doing our kitchen cabinets and while waiting on some paint to dry, we walked out back to the old shed to look for whatever particular thing he thought he remembered seeing and we ended up staying out there for almost three hours!
Oh sisters I tell you it was something else as he pulled out one drawer after another, peering deeping the caverns of old crockery pickle jars and milk pails
(you see this is the house where he grew up) and I smiled as I heard him chuckle every few minutes and retrieve something dirty, rusty but full of memories as he lovingly cradled a tiny plastic army man, remembering the days long ago when he'd lie on his belly on the dirt floor and make war and peace with the green guys in helmets, and as he pulled ever so carefully old, truly vintage wooden fishing lures, paint chipping and eyes still staring as if to say "will I be used again?".
His Momma, miz Pearl never threw anything away as a woman who had given birth to five children in some very lean times and a pappa, a carpenter always tinkered and kept every tiny screw, nail or piece of wire just in case.
And before you knew it we had several little containers of the biggest assortment of junk, but as an altered artiste type gal, GOOD junk. I'm just askin, is there any other kind?
So we were brought out of our reverie by loud claps of thunder and a darkening sky as we hurried like teenagers into the house, loot in hand to sit and be carefully washed and sorted through another day. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm wonder what we can do THIS Saturday!