So why on earth did I still hang on to that suit jacket from 15 years ago? I will never again have an office job, nor will I ever don that expensive wool suit, for I am not of that generation, although time and age is creeping me onward.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.[....] I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be ... Henry David ThoreauFor I have found something to do, something to love, something to look forward to and some place to be in my old and comfortable clothing. Gardening, volunteering, reading, writing and painting need only replacement items.
Even our dead wood and other debris placed on our front curb, set out for the annual "Fresh as A Daisy" pickup by the city, funded by tax dollars, was eschewed by several clunker type bashed up pickups. This was after the old wrought iron paraphernalia and plastics were previously snatched by recyclers seeing gold in our discards.
One decision made last summer regarding our garden was that I would never purchase an accessory for the outside that was not made from natural materials: iron, clay, stone, rock, wood are all acceptable. Look what I found yesterday while clearing off fallen leaves from our cottonwoods. It is a tree stump hollowed out over the years by little ants (carpenter ants?) that turned the wood into "frass," something that looks like sawdust. When I moved the stump and turned it over, the bottom portion turned out half eaten and decayed, a perfect place for planting pansies. How fortunate when turned upside down, a lucky benevolence!