Forlorn

A year ago this garden was the most vibrant in our neighborhood.

Completely stuffed with all kinds of objects - an eclectic and eccentric mix, a plow, a mill wheel, a cartwheel, some concrete ornaments and on and on.

This year the house is cleared, the garden over grown and it is clear that disaster or death has overtaken the man who lived there sometime over the winter.

Sad to see such defiant exuberance reduced to such a desolate forlorn scene in just a few months