Around the house

Early this spring I looked out the kitchen window into the backyard. There was quite a raucous from all the birds welcoming the first signs of warm weather. The weeds were celebrating as well growing unchecked; possessing every inch of dirt in the small yard.

My eyes landed on a bike; it leaned against the back fence. All sorts of weeds grew out of it like not wanting to let go. The bike doesn't belong to me. It belongs to my tenants. How many times have I told them to keep all their garbage out of the backyard? Many to count.

Did they even remember leaving it out there at the end of last summer? I bet not. That reminds me that asked them to fix the door which they broke.

The door is pretty old; one of those locks that still use the old L-shaped keys. It has so many coats of paint on it that I can't tell the original color. Sometimes I think about stripping all the paint off but the last time I tried that it turned out to be a disaster. Should I buy a new door instead?
I do like its charm and old world feel. I was told those doors are original to the house. If that is true then they are over 100 years old. To me discarding those doors would be like erasing years of memories, even if they are not mine.

It could be that I'm cheap and I don't like to spend money; I don't know, but I do like how the picture turned out.

Sometimes I take pictures of things I find around the house. I tried to extract their stories and bring them back to the present. I think it is fair to them. I don't like that somethings sometimes get forgotten.