Old Wash Basin


I have this old metal wash basin.  One of my favorite afternoon treats is to head to my yard with this basin in hand, gardening gloves, and a steak knife.  There I’ll sit for hours with my beautiful black cat, enjoying the mindless work of lawn beautification.

The time passes peacefully with Peli keeping me company.  I love to ponder analogies from her sweet little life.  It’s a joy to me to see her sleeping soundly out in the open grass, feeling so safe because her protector is near.

I think of things I’d like to write about, words whirling in my mind.  Sometimes I write them down when I come inside.  Sometimes I leave them unwritten, keeping them to myself.

Without fail, I think of my Nana.  If there is one thing for certain I inherited from this sweet woman, it would be her love for yard work.  And so I think of her.  I can see her with this basin in her kitchen when I was a child.  She never threw anything away.  Isn’t it my great fortune that she kept this old thing even when it was dented and rusty?  What a treasure it is to me.


One Response to “Old Wash Basin”

  1. lawaanda calton says:

    A treasure for sure! The well worn “things” hold the most memories. I need to clean closets, but there are just so many memories tucked here and there!

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