Market sighting

"Wheelbarrow-based food stall in Teotitlán village market. A friend is in Mexico on vacation there right now, eating her way through one mercado after another." —Laurie McPherson

The moon, in Stroud

Anonymous donor wrote:

"While visiting...in Stroud, England recently I noticed this orange wheelbarrow and the full moon and I thought of you."

Stroud isn't a big city, but this is the third post in this blog of a wheelbarrow in Stroud. The other two were also by people who were visiting. I think that's a sweet coincidence.

Mine, of a child's wheelbarrow, and Janine's from a visit she made.

This does not look like rubbish to me

"Wheelbarrows spotted in hard rubbish on our dog walk today." —Jo Isaac; Healesville, Victoria



Discussion ensued:

Sandra Dodd:

Now I want to know what "hard rubbish" is in American. Junk pile? They're not being thrown out, are they!?

Jo Isaac:

They are being thrown out! Each year in January, the council will come and take anything you don't want to pay to go to the tip for free. So at the moment, each house has a big pile of stuff out front!

I kind of want to take them as planters for my garden!

Prep for Spring

Janine Davies wrote:

So these barrows were working hard today in East Sussex, in a rural area between Broad Oak & Burwash,in a friend's garden at Rainbow Cottage. They were moving compost and mulch material from a pile to the raspberry bushes getting ready for spring. The little green one belongs to their 3 yr old daughter.

The bright green wheelbarrow transported the 3 yr old daughter on a short walk we took to look at two meadows and a woodland a musician friend of our friends has just purchased. Nice 🙂

Whelks, from a wheelbarrow (Victorian days)

I don't have a photo, but maybe someone will come across on.

I wasn't looking up wheelbarrows, but checking how to spell "whelk" (whether it was "welk," and it is not), for writing a bit about how Koreans use toilet paper for napkins and nose wipe and all else. Or they did when it was a poorer country and not a family might use tissues (like Kleenex) for everything from paper towels to butt-wipe.

Anyway, I found this:

Take a peek under the whelk's shell, however, and you'll find it to be quite an eccentric little chap. Sold out of wheelbarrows in Victorian London, the whelk was a popular street food in the poorer neighbourhoods of Whitechapel and Lambeth...

Times, of course, have changed. No one would dream of eating street food from a wheelbarrow.

(Quote from: Whelks are healthy, versatile and sustainable, so why did we stop eating them in the UK?)

Seafood with a shell, from a wheelbarrow, brings to mind the song "Molly Malone, which starts:

In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets dark and narrow,
Crying "Cockels and mussle, alive, alive-o"

She's usually shown with a flat, wooden hand cart, in images I've seen in music books, and a statue they have in Dublin now.

A small load of large firewood

When this photo arrived from Bruno Venturini Machado, I commented "Whose is it and where? How is someone going to split that wood in Lisbon without risking breaking tile or windows? Car windows and houses? 🙂"

Bruno said they weren't in Lisbon, they were at a farm in the north of Portugal. So there! Safe to split wood. The trees in New Mexico don't make wood like that! I love the small diffences between places.

Christmassy Wheelbarrows

That photo original appeared among others in November 2017, but all by itself, it's like a wheelbarrowy Christmas card! Thanks again, Janine!