Roadkill Wheelbarrow has endured three, possibly four, lives. Its second life emerged with its initiation into landscaping: its first duty was to haul hefty weights of Jamestown city bricks for a brick walkway. With the city bricks averaging 10 pounds each, the wheelbarrow plied through the mud and rain, carrying 200 pounds of brick for numerous trips, surviving its new role. It also hauled lots of flagstone for patios and acquired more dings from being used for rock-picking fields. As the years passed, we relegated it to lighter duty such as hauling straw, soil, and mulch.
In its current life, the wheelbarrow resides on the farm and faithfully plods along, carting cinder blocks to the farm stand, weeds to the compost, or flowers from the greenhouse. Scars from its blacktopping days remain; we never did paint it or hammer out the nicks and dents. The wheelbarrow graces its stall in the Squash House, along with two others. It guards numerous other garden tools and remains ready for duty. The Roadkill Wheelbarrow also serves as a constant reminder of my late brother's generosity and spirit.
|Marcy the cat and the Roadkill Wheelbarrow|
I'll save writing the traditional ode, perhaps for a future post. Right now I am reminded of how often people take life (and each other) for granted. Each day is a blessing. We welcome our customers like family. Visit us and see the passion in Hickory Hurst Farm that has been growing for four generations.