On the Bench

This worn seat holds my time out, the corner I put myself in when I no longer play nicely with others. It holds me in peace as I gaze upon my days with the eye of the beholder.

My family laughs at me for photographing this yard relic religiously in every season.

Here it is in winter, when snow and ice become frequent visitors:

In spring and summer, it provides rest for the weary gardener:

And now in autumn, it gives just the right advantage to look back on time spent in the cycles of the year:

That distance can mean everything.

6 thoughts on “On the Bench

  1. Didn’t see your “like button” but I sure did like it.

    I have a small child’s wagon I built in the backyard right now, that is for the grand-kids’, I am letting the sun and the weather age it much like your bench.

    Every now and then I go out there and whack it with a small piece of change, turn it around, it is only one year old, but is now looking like say 40-50 years.

    Just like your bench.

    Someday the grand-kid will pull his kid in it and it will be appreciated.

    Nice work.


    1. suburbansatsangs

      Thanks, Don. Good to see you here. There is beauty in the “weathering” of an object, if one has the patience. Your wagon sounds like a charming family heirloom in the making. I appreciate you stopping by.

    1. suburbansatsangs

      No need to apologize. I’m kind of intrigued by the idea of a new purpose for all those pennies we never seem to use these days. 😉 Thanks again for commenting.

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