Story Of Old Picket Fences

There have been old wood in my garage that used to be my neighbor's picket fence
They are old
And they have been beaten pretty bad
And they made me look a bit crazy

When I brought them home

Because there was that silence

From that lovely someone

That silence with smile

Thinking she is into something

That I don't want to know about :)

But I love old wood
How they age gracefully with scars and all

So they have been waiting patiently
For me to come up with some idea
To turn them into a beauty

And when I walked into my garage yesterday

I knew exactly what they needed to be

So I worked and worked without blogging :)

And voila!

It now sits there in my breakfast area

Dressed with antique grey paint

And with their new golden friends

They now sit there as if they have never been picket fences :)