A few weeks ago, I found this old wheelbarrow abandoned and headed for the landfill, so I brought it home to see if it could find a second life.



My 5-year-old daughter and I wound up rehabbing it in the garage with random spare parts, and now it proudly lives next to our chicken coop. It even wheels, and sometimes helps with light work around the yard.

Someone recently asked how we fixed it, and before I could answer them my daughter said, "I know! We fixed it with ... imagination!"

Which, even after 20 years of teaching college classes, is pretty much the best response I've ever heard to an end-of-semester question...

I guess this feels like it should be a metaphor for something larger (feel free to fill in what that might be), but the real story is just that it works!