On The Fence
We have two messy gardens at the country house. They have been in use, in one form or another, for over a century. Here's what a cursory walkaround turns up. I just leave this stuff where I find it, since someone from the 3 prior generations or 2 subsequent generations of my family put it there. I apologize again for living such a boring photographic life.
A couple of old fence posts and a very old gate.

A sweet gum ball somehow impaled on barbed wire.

Part of an old shovel.

A part of a garden implement I would not know what to do with but must have to do with breaking up ground for planting. It always reminds me of a hand.
