Yesterday I heard the first mourning dove of the spring, at about 7 a.m. I also saw that my daffodils are an inch high.
But the surest sign of spring is not the first mourning dove or the first daffodil.
It is the first garage sale!
Yesterday my mother and I were thrilled to find one on Campus Drive in Amherst, right behind the Sheridan/Harlem plaza. The folks running the sale said business had been great. Above is a picture of my mother shopping among the treasures. See that red car behind the Hunt sign? That was a beautiful old Mercedes and it was for sale too.
Here is a picture that lets you see the garage sale's garage.
The people seemed OK with me and my camera so I went on taking pictures.
Ha, ha! It looks like the Arctic!
No Leonard Pennario records turned up. Well, they are heirlooms. People tend to hang on to them and not sell them at garage sales. Anyway, I had fun all the same. Just at this sale I bought a beautiful autumnal copper-colored brocade tablecloth for Thanksgiving. You can never plan too early! And about 20 napkins, green and copper, to go with the tablecloth. Altogether that spree ran me $10.
A British serving ware dish added another $1.
And orange towels for the bathroom, 50 cents each.
There is nothing like the first garage sale for you to feel the sweet breeze of infinite possibility.
5 comments:
You are THE thrift shopping Diva!
Why, thank you, Bing!
Pickin's might be real good soon if lots of people do their spring cleaning!
Good point, Larry!
Between your garage sales and Howard's e-bay exploits, America's landfills will fill up a lot more slowly.
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