What's an old watering can to you?
Maybe not much. But to me it waters memories.
I see Grandpa and Grandma,
masters of water in western Nebraska--
Watering by day, watering by night,
Channeling melted mountain snow water
into fields of beans and corn and sugar beets
that bought farms and educations
and the house where the banker had lived,
and helped build a church--
Watering gardens, watering flowers, watering house plants
until one was taller than Grandpa himself.
This old can brings galvanized memories of generals in the war on drought.
Whoever brings blessing will be enriched,
and one who waters will himself be watered.
I think the can in this photo was made by my wife's uncle Al, who was a tinsmith. He wasn't a good man, but judging from the can, I'd say he was a good tinsmith.
My thanks to Magpie Tales for the idea of writing about a watering can. You can follow the link to see other people's thoughts about watering cans.