I have this old wheelbarrow. It sits in my rose garden holding bird seed. Actually, it’s so full of holes, much of the seed falls below. So the birds have their choice of dining areas.
I hadn’t been back in Portales all that long when I decided to go to this estate auction. It was just down the street from where we were living, it was a beautiful Saturday morning, and the ad said there would be many wonderful antiques. This old wheelbarrow caught my eye, and before I knew it, I was in a bidding war with another woman. I knew I “knew her”… but this is a real situation for me! Since I grew up here, but then moved away as a young adult, I constantly struggle with knowing that I know people, and trying to get my brain to race through all the names and dates and places in order to figure out if I really know them… of if they’re just people I’ve seen in the grocery store all my life!
So… that was the case with this woman. I couldn’t quite get her name to come to me, and I couldn’t keep up with her bidding. She went home with the wheelbarrow.
Lo and behold! She was a good friend of my mother’s. And with a sharper brain than mine, she knew for sure who I was. Lucky for me, the prized wheelbarrow didn’t look as good in her yard as she’d hoped, so she worked a deal, and I was treated to a special birthday gift from my mom that summer. But better than gaining the beautiful old wheelbarrow, I also gained a good friend. I know her name quite well now… and if you ever read the blog comments, you’ll recognize it too.
Marcea, you are so good to me. Thank you for always encouraging me, and for sharing my website with others. And thank you for seeing to it that this wonderful piece became mine. The doves, orioles, quail, blue jays, grackles and sparrows are very happy it ended up in my barnyard. Me too!