Yard Sale

Because Gary and I live in a rural area , far away from the beaten path, we never ever  considered a yard sale, knowing very few would make the trek to  buy junk from our trunk - miscellaneous items slightly used, but not abused at our place.  So when dear friends Patty and Marty invited us to bring our  'stuff'  to their neighborhood home located near  the heart of the city,  to be part of a two family yard sale , we jumped at the chance.  

From early  morn until late afternoon yard sale shoppers of all ages  and appearance  entered the gate   hoping to find a  special treasure -  at our sale , some   bought  books, Fiesta ware, and king size comforter; Others delighted in Madonna figurines, a bedroom lamp, and whiskey crock. All  were friendly, taking time to share in conversation, and pleasant chatter; and seemed happy to be on  their  journey, following yard sale signs  one to the other.

At end of day, family one and family two  smiled big as we   not only got   rid of unwanted   items, helping to  clear out  our  overcrowded, cluttered  garages, but we earned a little money, too. ( In this  sad economy earning a little extra money would put a smile on anybody's face)

Waving goodbye,  Patty said, "Save your stuff, Kath, and bring  it  over again next year for our Second Annual ,  bigger and better  yard sale !"    She won't have to tell me twice, I'm already thinking of unpacked boxes stacked  high on the shelf, and the joy they'll bring next spring  to some yard sale shopper looking for a find.