This is everything I love, Americana at it’s finest. I remember the day when I would have been all over this like mayo on white. Recreating the look, having poor hubby build me the wooden flag. Oh those were the days, and I miss them.
I wish I could just muster the energy to do projects like this again. Oh get real, Jan, you don’t even have a porch, let alone a wagon! It’s a nice little dream though, you have to admit. And my antiques are long gone, they haven’t been around since the 90’s, and I miss them too.
Waaaaa, a little whiny pity party on a rainy day. *sigh*
But wait, I do have that great Uncle Sam in the attic that V made for me back in the day. And I could buy a red geranium, and I could sit it on my stone bench by the front door with a flag stuck in the pot. There is always a workaround, always, sometimes I just forget...