Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Yard Dogs

A patient of mine once referred to her husband's collection of "yard dogs" and the expression has stuck with me. Parked behind the garage, left out in a field, or sitting with its fellows in a junkyard, you see these rusting metal and glass corpses everywhere. All these lie at rest in my county. Once again, nature has a way of reclaiming what was once taken from her.


Rosie said...

I love these old rusting gentlemen. My little corner of Appalachia is filled with them. I particularly love it when the kudzu overtakes them and they peek shyly throught the leaves. I had some friends come to visit from Atlanta and they seemed dismayed by all the junk cars. I explained that, as far as I could tell, they represented a sort of wealth.

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

i know that last one, blairsville ga?? smiles, bee

Justin said...

True indeed! Whether u give it back to her or u dont, mother nature takes back her due in due time