|My Wheelbarrow (2008)
I like my old red wheelbarrow.
I bought it back in 1987. Yes, 25 years ago this spring.
I look at it now and can hardly believe that I’ve used the same wheelbarrow for 25 years. In all that time, it has served faithfully. It still has all its original parts except for a new tire that I bought 10 years ago, and maybe one or two new nuts on the bolts that hold the barrow to the handles.
I’ve hauled rocks, plants, top soil, mulch, compost, pavers, garden refuse and more in my red wheelbarrow. I’ve moved it to three different gardens. I’ve loaded it to the max a time or two with my gardening dreams and wishes.
A few times I’ve gotten sideways on a slope and dumped the whole load, but for the most part, my wheelbarrow and I have worked well together and have gotten a lot done.
Every time I see an old wheelbarrow that someone has converted to a planter, I think that I should get an old wheelbarrow and do the same.
|Wheelbarrow planter at Dragonfly Farms Nursery
Sometimes, I’ve look at my old wheelbarrow, my 25 year old wheelbarrow, and wonder if it has become that old wheelbarrow that I should use as a planter now. I could fill it with top soil, plant it with little plants, decorate it with my growing collection of fairy sized garden ornaments and make quite a nice fairy garden.
But is my wheelbarrow really ready for retirement, ready to be re-purposed into a fairy garden planter?
No. I always decide that my wheelbarrow still has a lot of good years left in it. It’s strong, doesn’t wobble, and hasn’t rusted through. There’s a lot of work that it can still do, and thankfully, I’m still able to do most of that work, too.
So it won’t be that wheelbarrow garden I’ve always wanted. For that, I’ll need to find another old wheelbarrow, one that I’m not quite as attached to.
Did you know you could get attached to your gardening tools?
You can admit to me that you’re attached to your Felco pruners with the clip on holster and tell me that you always clip it to the side pocket of your pants every time you step out into the garden. I won’t wonder about you or laugh.
You can admit to me that you’ll leave three trowels in plain sight while you spend 30 minutes looking for your favorite trowel because that trowel just seems to make the whole experience of gardening that much better. I’ll understand.
After all, I have Felco pruners in a holster that I’ve had for a dozen years. I also have a favorite trowel, and even a favorite hoe, not to mention a lovely, barely broken in 25 year old red wheelbarrow that I can’t imagine gardening without.
P.S. — Nice try, but I’m not about to tell you which hoe is my favorite hoe. That secret is going to the grave with me, and maybe the hoe will, too.