My brother died unexpectedly at age 54. He was a skilled mechanic and inveterate fixer. By all appearances he was a “tough guy”, but such a marshmallow inside. So many stories of his kindness and thoughtfulness were told to us a time when we needed to hear good news.
As we cleared out the massive collection of tools in his shop, we came across this wagon. I don’t know it’s story, but he didn’t save many personal items so that made me think it had a lot of meaning.
I came up with the idea of creating a miniature garden to honor him. He was known for the ancient trucks he drove. They were all original, no repainting or sanding for this practical guy. It was very hard for me to sell his vehicles, however I found a way to remember them in this garden.
This is the fourth year for the garden, you will see some small changes in the photos.