There is much talk, among the introspective folks who visit at the RedBarn, about acknowledging and knowing your ‘inner child’. Mine is an active little person and she doesn’t sit still when she gets excited. When I spied this old planter, sitting dutifully at the edge of a neighbor’s woods, she started to wiggle and poke me. Someone’s idea of adding a little dignity had been to prop the old machine up with a worn out baseball bat. That was thoughtful and gave us a smile.
We had a little conversation; the beautiful rusty creature, Miss Inner Child and I. Talk of days gone by, the lovely green moss the machine had growing, and MIC wondered who had been the last person to hit a home run with the bat. Each said to the other, “Nice winter day, and nice t’ meet ya’ out here on the Minnesota prairie.”