In our over-consumer-society, I guess I've fallen in the other ditch. I buy used, and too seldom throw away.
17 years ago a friend and I drove to a flee market at a mission-house, or a prayer house, as we put it. A Bethel. There I found this bench, just like the benches from the Sunday school of my childhood. Hubby Gunnar turned red and white when he saw it. "Where is that bench meant to be placed," he interrogated. On the balchony. He laughed and meant it would rot within next spring. My sweet husband soon made up. Later on, that summer he made me a solid wood table to go with the bench, and painted them red.
The pair have been our outdoor furniture for 17 years, no rot, despite lots of heavy weather, rain, storm, snow.
Now they're placed in the upper garden. A quiet place around sundown-time. Inviting for reconciliation and devotion.

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