Blast From the Past

You have not lived until you have plunked yourself on one of these old metal motel lawn chairs from the 1950s. Growing up they were at every travel motel sitting under the trees and if you were lucky, by the pool! I have had a love for these chairs forever. I finally found a few and they sit under my farm oak trees. I eat, read, think & do nothing in these chairs. In November I will put them up for the winter. In April I will give them all a fresh coat of paint and they will be my first expression of spring and summer.

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