The Tools of a Lifetime

I think I’m getting addicted to cleaning out places that have been collecting dust and things for a long time.  Today’s efforts included the workroom in our basement.

As I swept and vacuumed and threw out things, I remembered using many of these tools for various projects mostly outside.  

I remembered planting what seemed like hundreds of bulbs and waiting until Spring to see the results of my efforts.  A few of those bulbs probably still come up every year.



I remember losing the pruning shears in the underbrush in our back yard, only to find them a couple of years later, not much worse for being outside all that time.



I remembered shoveling mammoth snows and raking bags and bags of leaves.

But then I suddenly realized that we don’t do those things any longer it would seem.  We pay someone to take care of our yard.  We pay people to shovel our snow on the few occasions when it accumulates. 

I wondered why I was cleaning up all these old tools that we no longer need.

Who knows?  Maybe I’ll plant bulbs again one day.  But I wouldn’t place any bets on the rest of those old tools.  I’m not quite ready to give them away or throw them out, so they will just sit there collecting some more dust for now.