Winter's wreckage

The birdbath needs paint. Walking in the yard yesterday I noticed that the frost heaves have sagged the fence. The brush around the plant pots is piled with brown leaves and detritus blown in from the dead greenery around the yard. The birdhouses are peeling, and this birdbath needs paint.

I am sort of like that. My old body has some dead spots. Years of accumulated waste is piled up, and the exterior sure could use a coat of fresh paint. I wouldn't trade my ole body for anything though. As tilted and cracked as it is, it is still standing after winter's storms.