According to Hallmark, the twelve year wedding anniversary gift is silk or pearls. Do I seem like that kind of girl? I already own both and they rarely see the light of day. But take me to a recycling plant and woo me with old tires and discarded doors and the possibility of romance is highly likely.
tattered and tossed out
no longer used or wanted
gems for the taking
At the island’s recycling plant you can put diesel in your car, order home heating oil, purchase freshly made compost, drop off unwanted clothing (which will be donated to a mainland charity), have a bit of gardening conversation (or whatever’s your interest), and of course, this is where trash and recycling end up after collection.
Well organized and free for the taking, like a candy store for the thrifty minded, scavenger hunters, and talented tinkerers, this is where Johnny and I ended up today. He tried to talk me out of the door, so I played the ‘but it’s our anniversary and that’s what I want’ card. He couldn’t see my vision of a door-to-nowhere in the garden and we eventually compromised on getting it with the decision that it would lead ‘somewhere’ and actually function–I know just the spot. I did not yet get him to agree to painting it pink, but nonetheless, it now sits in our storage and, no matter what colour it eventually becomes, it will be a wonderful reminder for years to come of our twelfth wedding anniversary.
Aren’t the frosted leaves on the windows pretty? I’m hearing “I belong in the garden surrounded by lush trailing and climbing flower and ivy gorgeousness!”
*This one was hard Ronovan. I really wanted to do an anniversary post but there is nothing romantic about ‘tatters’, just doesn’t fit our story. But it all came together in the end. Thanks for another challenging Haiku challenge!
the words romance and tatters
find a common ground