Farmer H refuses to be unmasked. You saw what he left hanging on the support post of the carport. Now I hope to unpot him. Look what he has left affixed to the garage wall, even after being told in no uncertain terms to GET RID OF THEM!
As we get closer, they are more obvious.
I find these white pots particularly hideous. I don't care how old they are, they don't belong on display on the side of my garage! I don't mind the old saw, but the pots have got to go.
"You need to get your chamber pots off the garage! Everybody who drives by can see them. They're hideous."
"They're not chamber pots, HM. They're dishpans."
"That bottom one looks like a loaf pan. They don't belong there. Move them to one of your sheds."
"I'll think about it."
You know what that means. It's been three days, and still they hang. I don't mind the cast iron. Even though it gets all rusty, it looks like a decoration.
See how these skillets almost look like they belong? I guess Farmer H is ready for me to do some manual labor. He's got that saw on the wall, and the hoe, and this shovel.
One set of anything is never enough for Farmer H. I particularly like this little baby skillet on the bottom, though I think the spacing is off.
Farmer H does not live by skillets alone. He also has cast iron cornbread molds. They are acceptable. The white pots are not. They need to have their own special themed shed.