A touch of nostalgia
My son outgrew this tricycle five years ago, but it's still parked on the back patio. Each day the sky blue paint fades a little more, the rust spreads and spiders weave their webs through the spokes. For me, it's lovely and shabby and and full of memories. For my hubs, it's another obstacle to dodge during his weekly yard work.
1 comment:
What a nostalgic image indeed. These little signs of lives growing, leaving behind precious treasures as they reach towards something new.
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