Quest for a gate

My friend Becky (the Bierock lady) is re-doing her landscaping.  Last year she put in several raised beds (and from the tomato plants we gave her reaped a tremendous harvest when all around her were bemoaning the state of their tomatoes).  She has put and old fashioned pump in one of the beds for a decoration and thought and old fashioned gate would look good on the path between a couple of the beds.  Nostalgically remembering a gate her Grandad had made which was on the old homestead she recalled that it was still there last time she was by the place even though the house and the barn were both gone.

Figuring it wasn't fair to just take the gate, she found a substitute gate and with that and a tool chest full of tools in the van we took off on a road trip.  Sadly, when we got to the homestead the gate was no longer in one piece and now in no way resembled a gate.  Obviously disappointed, we started our return journey and figured we would just chalk the trip up to an outing we each needed.

She has a friend who was a classmate of hers all the way through school who owns a nifty little greenhouse in Colby.  She wanted to check out the flowers for her yard for this year so we stopped in there.  Behold! In his "Junk Pile" he had a perfect gate for her purposes.  He was happy to get rid of it.  She was happy to take it.  And the world is in balance again.  Except, there is now an extra gate.  Not a problem.  It is a nice, white gate.  It will look very nice across my sidewalk at the front of the house.  With a fence coming up to meet it on both sides it will make Prairie House look more like and old fashioned homestead too.