When I was little girl, I always remember my Father using his wheelbarrow to garden and haul weeds. After he died, this was one of the only things I wanted of his. It reminds me so much of how he would toodle around in the yard. Dad was a calm, peaceful kind of guy and every time I go to my garden, Dad is with me. Calming me through life's chaos.
I think the wheelbarrow planted with herbs is just lovely.