Wednesday, June 22, 2011



今朝、Iris を掘りかえして根分けするのに使う時、胸がいたかった。




Iris はお友達に。

My wheelbarrow is rusty.

I neglected it in the garage for a week, leaving the damp dirt inside.
I used it guiltily this morning when I divided my iris. 
Worked and worked on it with a steel-wool but didn't help much.

It has a bent axle from moving heavy gravels. It squeaks and squeaks when I push.
It is hard to part with old tools. Is it because I'm getting old?

I will take better care of you, stay just a little longer.

It stopped crying with a few drops of oil.

Irises are for friends. 

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