Left Hanging...

In the cool of the early morning, I like to get the outside chores done - like watering the garden and flowers. The older I've gotten, the heat and humidity that comes naturally to the Heart of Dixie in late spring and early summer has become increasingly intolerable. While I was outside this morning, I was noticing several items that catch my eye every time I venture out.
I've known of this old country farmhouse all my life, and when it became available, I purchased it several years ago from the surviving children. The original owners have passed on, and, as it was a farm, there are a lot of memories left literally hanging on rusty nails and pegs. These are a couple of them. I have often wondered just what all the old keys went to - they don't fit anything around here, now.