So, as you saw yesterday, I made Tom stop and let me take some pictures on our way out of town last weekend. But there is more to the story.
The real reason I stopped is that I am in love with this gate. On your way through McDonough, GA, headed to or from Conyers on Ga 20, you will pass it. The first time I laid eyes on it, it was love.
“What’s so special about it?” You may wonder. I’ll tell you.
There are a lot of gates like this on that road, and all of them are attached to fences and are in front of driveways or gated communities.
This one is attached to nothing, sits in front of a field and pond, is covered with plants, and looks abandoned. The mystery of why it is there just completely draws me in, the same way that after seeing The Secret Garden as a young girl, I always wanted to find some unexplained garden shut away from the world.
This gate just draws me. And not only me.
Spider webs and plants creep around it’s stones and rusting iron. The lamps that never burn remind me of the forgotten lamp post in the forest in Narnia.
And the way the gate is just barely opened makes me wonder who passed through it last. And why was this gate built and never used? How long has it been there?
Probably not long. Probably they built it before the builder realized the economy was taking a huge toll on the housing market and couldn’t justify putting in another house or two to make the gate serve it’s purpose.
But that’s no fun.
I like to imagine it’s been left there because the man who had it put there was going to build a house for his new bride. But she never showed up on the wedding day, and he couldn’t bear to live on the land he bought for her. So the gate sat abandoned, covered with weeds, waiting for someone step through it and live on the beautiful land it guards. And no one ever will.
So much more dramatic. I like my version better.
And I love that gate.
~Meghan, Mistress of the Overactive Imagination.