Garden "art."

Here's one way to deal with my inability to throw out old stuff that has sentimental value. I inherited this pitchfork from my parents. I have no idea how old it is. I like to pretend that it belonged to my great-grandmother (or father) and he or she used it to pitch hay on their farm. It's possible. When the handle broke off earlier this year I was crushed. I used it only for my compost pile. It's been hanging around the garage and carport since then, getting in the way, reminding me daily that I should toss it out. Now it has a home in my herb garden. And it doesn't seem to have pissed anyone off...yet. (I'm married to a non-hoarder; it's a struggle. For both of us I mean.)