This stash of trash
is from the yard sale
that I found in No-Man's Land
a couple of weeks ago.
Mr. H was happy I finally cleaned out the car,
but was dreadfully unhappy to find
the stash on our patio.
How can he call this beautiful wrought iron,
chippy, rusty, crusty "whatever"
I would call them something else,
Can't wait to clean them up and display them.
I'm thinking about pumpkins on the iron
Happy, Happy Holiday!