The Life Cycle of a Wheelbarrow

  Back in the day, things were made to last....and last and last.  Tools were not something that would be purchased and then left to rust.  The tools were prizes and passed down from generation to generation.  Now, however, there is no pride in workmanship so things are made sort of slipshod and are lucky to withstand any bit of wear.  Take for example...wheelbarrows.

  Actually, there originally was nothing wrong with the wheelbarrow.  I do get aggravated at the cheap tools and poor workmanship on others but the wheelbarrow in question had its problem due to weather and my own laziness.  Since we had no shed at the time, the wheelbarrow was left outside and the bottom rusted as things are prone to do here on the Bayou.  Salt air chews metal like some weird, alien monster. Once the bottom had a hole that made it impossible to tote anything, Son rigged it as a planter box.  The once useful tool now became a garden decoration as it was filled with seasonal flowers and chives.  (Chives make everything wonderful!)

  As a planter box, the wheelbarrow was still useful.  I liked the bit of charm that it added to the garden and loved the ease of caring for it. But all of that was before today.  Today, the wheelbarrow finally crashed...literally.  The bottom rusted more and the barrow became completely detached from the wheel.  Over went my garden!  It tis no more.  My poor wheelbarrow is dead!  As soon as I feel well enough, I will remove all of the chives and any bulbs that remain in the dirt and move them to a new home.  The wheelbarrow, itself, will become just another rusted tool to be junked.  Its life is over.