Usually, when I do my morning rounds, I stick to the inner yard and the garage. Every now and then, though, I go farther afield and check on the septic field and the sheds in the outer yard.
Today was one of those days, and it took me past the old Farm Hand tractor that’s still sitting among the collapsing outbuildings.
You know how you walk past things time and again, look at them, but don’t always “see” what’s there, then suddenly something that’s always been there, catches your attention?
I had one of those moments today, when I saw this.
