My grandfather’s garden tools, Santa Cruz, CA.
My grandparents’ house is finally leaving the family tomorrow, some seven decades after they built it on what was at the time a quiet meadow overlooking Monterey Bay, just past a gentleman farmer’s small horse ranch. My dad and I recently took one last constitutional around the place, during which he regarded, recollected, and put into place his youthful memories of home. Quite a job, at 88.
Beautiful photo, and evoked a lot of emotion from me even before I read the post. Sending hugs your way…
Thank you, lizk.