Several years ago I happened up on this amazingly sweet, truly charming, one-of-a-kind Bench at a local street market. I flipped over the little wooden gal right from the start. Made from an old maple bed, my Girly-Bench was hand crafted and I believed her to be perfect for the little flower bed area we had created close to our porch. She came newly painted in a crisp snowy white and proved to be both sturdy and strong. In the Spring of 2003 she was young and fresh and I truly loved her.
My hubbs lovingly cautioned me about placing her outside...
"The bench isn't weather-proofed, Rebecca! It was made for indoor use and will eventually rot away if you don't care for it..."
But...being the stubborn person that I am, I didn't, wouldn't listen.
"She'll be fine!" I quipped!
And she was...for a long time.
True to my hubby's warnings, last summer I noticed my girl was beginning to breakdown. Optimistic that I (or Mr. AGPMan) could fix her up...I put off tending to her needs until Autumn set in.
"You'll be OK!" I softly said. "A new coat of paint and you'll be good as new!"
I brushed away the fallen leaves which blanketed her foundation believing all the while my love for her would sustain her. It could not. She had lived through her last winter. Our sometimes rough Oklahoma weather had taken a tole on my long-adored friend. No matter how often I repainted her, nailed her back together, she just couldn't withstand the frigid temperatures brought about by freezing ice and pounding rain. She wasn't made to weather such storms...
A couple of days ago, while tending to some shrubbery, I realized I had been too busy to notice that my girl had said her final "good-bye". The blistering Indian Sky had finally taken her from me...
Knowing of my sadness and my guilt over the neglect of my innate friend, my hubbs took pity on me (he is NOT attached to such things!) and showered me with endless mercy. In compassion over my loss he agreed to purchase a little metal beauty I had recently found at a discount store.
MY SWEET NEW FRIEND
Safely ensconced in the same familiar garden, my sweet new friend stands proud. She's newly painted with the same fresh, snowy white paint and is equally sturdy and strong. I've PROMISED to take care of her and tend to her every need. I already love her...
...almost as much as her fallen sister.
Blessings to you as you tend to your life's garden and keep safe those things, that without care, are sure to whither away and die...Rebecca