The Story: The Green Wheelbarrow

I saw it from a mile away: that flash of green in the sun, and I knew I had to find out more. It was one of the first pieces I ever brought home when Restoried Gardens was still just a whisper of an idea. I remember that bright Oklahoma morning, how clumsy I must have looked pushing the thing back to my car, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I wasn’t just hauling a wheelbarrow; I was carrying a new dream.