I walk past this cart everyday with the dogs, it is parked just beyond our barn, I don't know what sort of farm cart it once was, but it's got a pulley system fitted to it and really heavy duty mechanisms.
It's become a bit of a symbol to me, it has been abandoned by our landlord and is slowly but surely falling to bits. The light of the day and the weather shows it differently each time I pass. It's position by the tree just somehow looks right, although I just know it was most likely simply unhitched from whatever used to pull it and just left there at the end of a working day, like so many abandoned pieces of equipment left lying around our landlords farm.
In Summer it is highlighted with gold and looks appealing, in Winter on these wet, damp, miserable days it looks forlorn and neglected. The two oil cans in front of it are full of weeds, in Summer they are green and lush, and look like they've been planted there, in winter they hang dismally over the side, brown and dry or wet and dripping.
For some reason I have many photos of this cart, it draws me in.