Four days ago we mixed concrete and used my good red kitchen floor bucket for said purpose. Meticulously washed and dried, it remains on the brick wall outside, awaiting placement back in its home.
However, as I’ve been staring at it daily, I was reminded of this poem by William Carlos Williams. I don’t know if anything depends upon my bucket, but it is red. Just substitute “bucket” for wheelbarrow, and “white dog” for the chickens. You’ve got my literary submission for the day!
William Carlos Williams – 1883-1963
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens