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.
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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.
i know that last one, blairsville ga?? smiles, bee
True indeed! Whether u give it back to her or u dont, mother nature takes back her due in due time
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