A seven foot, ancient, splinter-ridden wooden post stands crookedly cemented in my yard. I can only imagine what purpose it served once, a long long time ago. A laundry line? Plant holder? Hitching post?
Its time has come, at least in its current, rather inconvenient place in this world. Yesterday, I began the monumental task of digging up old gray postie.
Postie's weathered exterior alludes to a long and interesting (?) life. Perhaps postie will find another (more convenient) spot in the yard, and hooks for a flower basket and wind chimes. Only time will tell.