The burro planter is back upstairs again as its vine is looking good. I marvel as how old that planter is when I think back at the old kitchen table that it sat on. My mom had a doily crocheted with black and silver thread and it sat on a formica table when we not were eating a meal. I would have been seven or eight years old, which means it was 63 years ago. As a kid, I would never imagine that I would own it and still be growing a vine in it. I actually found the planter stored in the folks garage when I was closing down the property.It was sort of a find of a long lost friend of my past.
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That's touching and well preserved!
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