I have an odd collection of things tucked away in corners of my garden…like this…my grandfathers soldering iron, taken from my grandmother’s house when the house was being sold.
nothing much to say about today…it was sunny and warm (in the sun) and I spent some time working in the garden. This old soldering iron is one of those things that I hardly even see anymore…it’s just…there.
Bu, every once in a while, I notice it and smile at some really great memories of my Grandad’s workshop on the farm. I can close my eyes and still smell that part of my life.
What a fantastic rusty old thing, glad you explained I would have had no clue what it was. Great textures in this photo. Seen & admired in the Square Format group.
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