Is there anything better than walking across a yard to your garden beds with a basket swinging on your arm?
At this wonderful stage of life, I can’t imagine there is.
Of course I had to search the flea market for just the right basket .
There is always a search at the flea market .
The key? You never plan the search.
First I found this one, and I loved its no frills practicality.
Here it is on my pondering table ( in my new zinnia garden area) where I sit and
think about all sorts of important things.
I also liked it because of what was printed on the end.
But then one early morning at the flea market, I found this one, and I knew it was the one.
It has the perfect swing.
Linking to Sundays at Home at Thoughts of Alice