– Some gardens have a wagon wheel in them, my mother said.
– What for? my father asked.
– For decoration. It leans against the house wall as a decorative feature.
– I see. Well, I might be able to get hold of one for you, my father said.
– Oh, good. That’d be nice.
My father’s first attempt was a dismal failure; he brought home a huge tractor tyre.
It was taller than he was.
My father rolled it into the front garden and leaned it against the house wall. It loomed there gigantically as he went to find my mother.
– Oh, no, that’s not right, my mother said, on being shown the tyre.
– Is it not? my father asked, clearly surprised.
– Well, it’s not a wagon wheel, is it?
– It’s very similar.
– Not really. Wagon wheels are made of wood or metal and have spokes. This is a spoke-free rubber monstrosity. It needs to go. Read more…
My Father’s Garden: Wagon Wheel
Copyright © R J Dent (2014)
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