I bagged my biggest Spring Cleanup find ever when I went back to the huge box of vintage fabric for, ironically, a hunting print fabric, which has images of deer, hunters and pheasants on it. It's now in my Etsy shop.*
As I traveled home with my fabric, there on the side of the road, was something I had always wanted: A garden arbor. It was one of those plastic ones and it appeared to be in good condition. I had visions of it framing the entry to our garden.
But there was no way that I could fit it into my Subaru Forester and I certainly would need help to get it on top. Further complicating matters was that it was getting dark and that I was on a fairly busy road. And I knew if I drove home without it that I'd be kissing it goodbye. Someone else would quickly snatch it up.
What do do? What to do?
As I pondered that dilemma, help came from an unlikely duo: a mother-daughter team of metal junkers who had actually stopped at our house when we put out our castoffs a few weeks earlier. We had given them several metal items and they told us that they sold metal to be able to put gas in their old pickup truck. Which made me appreciate what I have all the more.
And now, they were helping me put the arbor on top of my car and tie it down. Luckily I didn't have too far to go, so I drove slowly, just like an old lady, with flasher lights on all the way. Back home, I got the arbor off the car and tied it to the deck, so it wouldn't blow over, and that was where Mr. VS found it the next morning.
When he caught up with me later in the day, the conversation between us went something like this:
Mr VS: How big was the cat that helped you drag that thing home last night?
Me: I had some help.
Mr. VS: I'm sure you did. Who?
Me: Shut the truck down! (Which is what the metal-seeking mama said to her younguns when we gave them a rusted-out grill, metal pieces from our dismantled swingset and some old tools).
Mr. VS: Shut the truck down? You're kidding.
No, I wasn't. I guess that if you pay it forward that sometimes your reward is greater than just knowing that you've done a good deed.
And now, the arbor is in place as the gateway to our newly fenced garden, or as Mr. VS calls it "the gulag for vegetables." By mid-July, I hope to see morning glories blooming up the sides of the arbor and zinnias framing it on either side. But, if that's gonna happen, I better get busy now.
* BTW, there are many, many yards of the hunting fabric just in case you're looking to redecorate a mancave for Father's Day.
And speaking of fabric, the winner of the turquoise floral print is Michelle, who doesn't have a blog.
And finally, thank you for your kind thoughts about the passing of my father. The support of the blogging community never fails to amaze me.