Left to rust among the creepers,
My old spout no longer needed.
More ornamental than useful
In this automated world.
Prompted by Magpie Tales.
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So true about drip irrigation and automatic watering these days. That relic is still part of our gardening.
ReplyDeleteI feel sad for it. Unwanted, ignored, unappreciated it. You've perfectly defined the world today. The joy of this old can or an automated sprinkler on a timer? I covet the can.
ReplyDeletePS. This ain't really me... yet! Double entendres intentional. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sad and resoundingly poignant. I feel sorry for that watering can and what it represents, the feelings of so many in this world.
ReplyDeleteOh, I knew you were doing the old 'double entendres' dance. Wonderful composition, my friend!
ReplyDeleteI see your usual steady hand in this one Stafford.
ReplyDeleteold cans die hard
ReplyDeleteThank goodness you're not a relic, Stafford. Nice writing.
ReplyDeleteexcellent tale,
ReplyDeletea sad image comes to life here.
Sorry for the old can.
Love the first line! AND the following three!
ReplyDeleteBwahahahaha! Automation can be a good thing sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteFitting tribute to the death of the simple.
ReplyDeleteI may be old,but I aint too rusty yet!
ReplyDeleteLoved your Magpie!
Sorry for the old can - put a sprig a mint init to prove theres life in the olddog yet!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that so? Great magpie!
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile, again. Good one!
ReplyDeleteOoo, like this, with the whole automated world.
ReplyDeletewatering cans really are a thing of the past, who needs them when we have sprinklers? they always bring back good memories of working with my parents in the garden though, so I think that's why i keep one. long live the watering can!!
Yes, but that is where the beauty is, in the still useful ornaments of a working age. They will still work when the automated world does no longer. Nice sentiment.
ReplyDeleteVery witty! Oh to be ornamental!
ReplyDeleteLove it...simple and true...
ReplyDeletebrilliant like you!
:-)
Which would you rather?
ReplyDeleteBeing utilitarian? Or isn't it wonderful to be admired most of all?
We saved the best for last, dear watering can...
Did I say, I like it very much!
ReplyDeletejust awesome, stafford! i love your simplicity but you manage to tell a lengthy tale in the midst of it :)
ReplyDeleteHow true...but it is a cool old watering can!
ReplyDeleteexcellent magpie stafford...lost in the automation, though perhaps finding a new way to exist...could be worse it could be relegated to junk...
ReplyDeleteNice writing and a good magpie. A touch sad, though.
ReplyDeleteProbably long forgotten - and this place looks rather forgotten as well. A sad commentary, indeed.
ReplyDeleteYou're just biding your time, for when the automation fails.....which it always does, eventually.
ReplyDeleteRelics become antiques, and antiques are sometimes quite valuable!!
ReplyDeleteI think we're a little too automated these days. There is something romantic about living life more simply - taking care of things that matter to us in a more hands-on fashion.
ReplyDeletestafford, i owe you one! i truly got a laugh when i read your comment about what the word 'POETS' really means!
ReplyDeletealas, i can't define any of the work is create as poetry so i have to settle for this...
P athetically
O bcessed
E ven
T hough,
S tinks!
not as eloquent as yours, to be sure!
Shakespeareanly brilliant!
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your rusty spout!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your piece, double entendres included.
We dont need watering systems here in Ireland, never stops raining.
I find a bit of romance in that old watering can. Think that branch is trying to hold it still so it doesn't dance off that wall and spill itself empty. But, also like your take on the image. Blunt and direct, but with humor.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
There are some plants that are much better served by an old fashioned watering...you can moisten the roots without singing the leaves...Great Magpie! :)
ReplyDeleteNice! I bought two hose timers this spring, but haven't hooked either up yet. Plants need personal attention, or maybe I'm the one who needs to give it to them.
ReplyDeleteFor the first time in my life I feel sorry for a rusty old thing......!
ReplyDeleteNothing worse than a rusty spout - nudge nudge wink wink.
ReplyDeleteDouble entendres aside, this was a melancholy little vignette that really touched me. You write so well!
How lucky that some things just can't be automated. ;-)
ReplyDeleteMy god, you RULE writing these!!
ReplyDeletehahahaha poor old spout, indeed!! hahahaha
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