Quietly in California

Aren't wheelbarrows just beautiful sometimes?

This one is in Los Alamitos, California.
That is Lillyanne Dedeaux and Cyrus Sorooshian, her grandfather, in his back yard.


I think Roya Dedeaux, their connection, took the photo.

In the snow in East Sussex

Janine Davies has sent me many beautiful wheelbarrow photos, and today their red wheelbarrow looks great in the new snow!

Two innies and an outie

Nancy Calhoun, of Stanley, New Mexico, has shared her three wheelbarrows. All are holding art today. Two are small and indoors. One is an full-sized outdoors wheelbarrow holding an exotic item used (we hear) by oceangoing fishermen. Stanley is about 850 miles from the Gulf of Mexico and about that, I think, from the Pacific. So a glass float is a thing of safe, dry, desert beauty.

Kirby and Keith

Our woodpile, 2016. Kirby Dodd with my plastic yard cart (two wheels, no steel but the axle, I think), and Keith Dodd with his steel and wooden-handled wheelbarrow.


I never noticed until I uploaded this that they're both from the same company, "TruTemper." The wheelbarrow, we've had for at least 15 years. We've replaced the tire (maybe the whole wheel). The yard cart is only a couple of years old. We've worn out two others, maybe different brands.

We have three little ramps in the yard, for the wheelbarrows. When I take the garden cart on them, I teip it over to one wheel. Maybe someday I'll bring photos of the ramps.

Riding in a clean, new wheelbarrow

Toby Tsosie wrote on Facebook:

Connor and I found this pimped out wheel barrel at cooks hardware today.. Well be Rollin deep and doing chores!

When I wrote and asked, this was some of our exchange:

Sandra:

I loved wheelbarrow rides when I was a kid. My dad would go fast and I'd hold the edge and feel like flight.

Toby:

We did a few laps today.

Cook's Hardware has been in Española (my hometown) my whole life (and longer, probably), and the wheelbarrow now resides a few miles up the road in Santa Clara Pueblo. Someday it will be an old wheelbarrow, but On May 18, 2015, it was brand new.

Resting in the grass

The wheelbarrow where we're staying in Camden, Maine. The sparkly spider webs might not show in the photos, but I saw them.

Albuquerque

Candid wood-processing center, my back yard.

Our wheelbarrow at home, in the snow

A wheelbarrow I know, in a season not long past. A good July image, to cool us off.



This wheelbarrow reminds me of Keith, and of our fireplace, and of our hot tub, and of him cutting wood for his family. Very sweet memories. I hope to use wood he will be cutting in many future years.

Toy wheelbarrow in Stroud

In the garden of a home with children, Brimscombe Hill, near Minchinhampton, near Stroud:



The left one is for detail. Right-hand image is as I first saw it, parked.

Wheelbarrow neighbors, in the Yarrow Valley

Next door to the Sirokys (who have three wheelbarrows of their own) is an old wheelbarrow I spotted from the road, just the handles sticking up over a low wall. I got out of the car to photograph it, but this is all I could see:




When we got back from town, Ester asked the neighbor if we could take photos of it. The neighbor looked skeptical and said there were better things to take photos of, but said sure, go ahead.

Ester and I took junk off of it and away from it—an old sink, a road sign, a grill made of an oil drum with welded-on-legs—so I could photograph it. I had thought maybe we would set it upright, but it had been against that wall so long that it was as mossy as the stones, so we didn't touch it. One of the support members for the axle had fallen, too. I didn't touch that either.






Ester reminded me they have three wheelbarrows, and offered to show me and pose them, but I wanted to find them and photograph them candidly. She said two were in the shed.

The shed is part of a long stone building with doors on one side and two ends. The first two rooms open from the porch outside the kitchen, and are an ancient washroom, where water could be heated over a fire (looks like a cooking fireplace) and there were sinks and I don't know what. The middle room has firewood and tools. The other, I hadn't seen yet, and there were two wheelbarrows, holding lawncare supplies.

Back out in the garden, I found the third:


When I got back in, Ester asked whether I had seen the two with plants growing in them. I had not. They were in the corner of her property that the neighbors use as their garden, but it was so lush that the wheelbarrows hardly showed. The first photo is the first one, and all the others are different details of the soon-to-be-forgotten second one. You can click to enlarge, and some browsers might give you all of them for clicking one.