We have had many a low country boils on this picnic table. But, it IS broken. And rotted out too. Country Husband says it is time to break it down and send it to the burn pile. I just can’t let him do it. It is a fixture in the yard, it is the charm of country life. The Old Man’s babies use it for gymnastics to tone up those squirrelly muscles. The birds get meal worms there. Mr. Tanager and Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird sit and wait to snatch a bug from the humid country air from the edge of the top. CH says we can get a new one, it will look nicer and be easier to sit on. New is overrated. New will have no country charm. I don’t know, as I look at it in this picture, it does look a bit sad. Maybe new would be a good thing 🙂 So much for country charm.