Rusty Relics

On a sunny, but chilly, day last week, I set out to clear away the winter debris and the rusty relics from Horror Monster's outdoor living area on the side of the house.

Remember Calvin, my yard guy, and I cleaned around the shed previously.  Read here.

We pulled out everything hiding in the shrubbery and under the piles of oak leaves.

I found a long section of fence I had picked up off the road  . . .  u-u-h-h-h . . .

Well, to be honest - three years ago.  I promise I was going to use it as a trellis, but my wire cutters would not cut it and there was part of a tree grown into it.  (Wish I had taken a picture of that!)  

Calvin and I took my handy-dandy new cutters from Tractor Supply where the salesman guaranteed they would cut through fencing.  We cut the long section into ten pieces of equal lengths of rusty goodness.  Just needs some rebar hammered in the ground and wire this fencing to it and you will have a trellis.  

We piled everything neatly up off the ground so I could sort through and throw away what was no longer useful.

As you can tell, I could not let go of a pile of old screens, several animal traps, and quite a few  planters.

Oh, yes, there is that huge gate back there.

Two pogo sticks - Christmas gifts in the early sixties.  I know this because I rescued them from a shed at a house where two girls I  knew lived.

I remember being jealous when I got a scooter from Santa and they got pogo sticks.  Turned out they wanted scooters.

I tracked one down to see if she wanted her pogo stick.  She asked, ":Why?"

 Pogo sticks.

Cleaned,

Sanded.

Waxed.


See my azaleas back there?  They look beautiful for two days and then the blooms begin to fade.  They also have no leaves right now.  I love big showy azaleas, but these just will not die, and I don't have the heart to chop them out of the yard.

 One giant caster - it weighs a ton.

Cleaned.

Sanded.

Waxed.

 Some other treasures unearthed from the shrubbery include a metal typing table. a couple of buckets, and a pile of stall latches for a stable. 

I spy some bed springs on that ramshackled wooden table.

Three graduated barrel hoops.

Cleaned.

Sanded.

Waxed.









All of these cleaned, sanded, waxed items have also been tagged and taken to the antique mall where new owners can adopt them.  Horror Monster growled a little as he realized his rusty relics were not going back to their places.  In fact, his treasures seem to be disappearing.  

Just you wait, Horror Monster.  I am coming for you inside the house next!

See y'all!








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