Weary Beauty

Old and banged up. 

Rusted and worn. 

Still sharing a weary kind of beauty, 

appreciated by some, cast off by others. 

The original function of these watering cans is long in the 

past. No longer do they tote an early morning drink for 

the roses. Never again will one be used to rinse mud 

from toddler toes or to bathe a wiggling pup. 

Leaky seams, missing spout heads, 

and split handles prevent that. 

But position one just so in a springtime planter, 

and you have something unique.

So much to ponder there, friends.

The kindness of flowers in a time of grief is another ponder-worthy topic. 

The gentle joy a vase of blooms lends to a house of sorrow far outweighs the cost. 

I'm beyond thankful for this version of generosity. 

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