Red Nail
Not the kind of red I was anticipating on my hike in the woods. Red sumac? Looking. Red maple leaves? Still looking.
No. I found red nails from the decomposing wood frame of an old farm wagon.
Red Barrel
And a red barrel sitting where it ought not be sitting,
Red Screws
and red screws, more of the wagon frame.
It’s cool outside, my furnace has switched on the last two nights and I’m wearing sweaters in the house, but outside the leaves are still showing mostly green and my grass is in desperate need of a last cut for the year.
