The Tub and the Garden Shed

 
A rusted old lawn mower leans against the solid siding of a three story home, over grown and consumed by the wild flora, creeping and crawling their way up the handle. Down a paved path and to the left, and ancient bathtub full to the brim with soil and potted plants, decaying as the days roll by without a peep from the sun..

The dilapidated garden shed makes its refuge nestled between overgrown woods and hanging strawberry plants, snakes slipping through the glades below and frolicking (if that’s what you call it) with the birds and the bees and the singing toads. Dirt paths carve their way into the side of a slope, opening up to the untouched wetlands not far from reach, a favorite hide-a-way for neighborhood children and their child-like fantasies,  yet somehow completely elusive to the soiling step of construction crews, hunters, and loggers.