I don’t know exactly how old these sturdy, cast-iron chairs in the front yard may be, but I suspect that they date back to the Great Depression. Having been painted and repainted over the decades, the resulting pentimento (to abuse the term) gives them great character. The sit in a lovely spot where the vines have really taken hold of the trees and provide excellent ground cover. I like to invite friends to sit with me, drink coffee or tea and watch the neighbors go about their business. Birds, squirrels and a myriad of insects have made a home here, and I often sit and meditate upon them.