It's an odd practice, in a way, but one I've come to like: you set a piece of old indoor furniture outside, and just let it weather, ......forever. I grew up in New England,where there were a lot of roadside antique (or junk) stores, which converted to fruit and vegetable stands in the growing season, or Christmasy craft stores and maple syrup places in winter. At any rate, I'm accustomed to indoor furniture outdoors, and since Nana likes it, everybody's on board at our house. She's selective, however, and requires that the pieces have some interesting, enduring quality.
In the case of this red table, it served it's first 30 years as a sturdy table for fiche at Bethel College. When BC became BU, the fiche lost out to digital media, and the sturdy table hitched a ride 45 miles south to our Lakeville back yard, where it is now learning to give itself to a new audience of human admirers, plus a few daddy long-leg spiders, and a specimen or two of summer-snow, which looks suspiciously like bird droppings to everybody but a blogger trying way too hard to write creatively.
The old table has experienced its first frost, and before long will enjoy a brand new coat of white snow. So even in old age, it keeps on changing and giving, and making friends.
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Nice work on making a blog entry out of pretty picture of a rustic table in the yard entertaining. Not everyone can do that.