My Royal Enfield is a 'garage find'

Can you find the Royal Enfield motorcycle in this photo?

 My motorcycle lives at the center of my cluttered garage. I can still roll it out the door, but just barely. 

It's usually not this crowded in there. 

My kids and granddaughter visited over the Christmas holiday. All the boxes of Christmas decorations already were down from the attic, and the little girl's visit meant the stuffed animals, Barbies and the Barbie dollhouse had to come down as well. 

And her car seat. 

And her scooter and helmet.

And the bat and balls and tennis rackets she'll grow up to use, sooner or later.

And lots more I could name.

It all joined the two kayaks that live in the garage all year around.

And the three bicycles.

And the excess backyard chairs.

And the cardboard boxes we're sure to need sooner or later.

Plus potting supplies, fertilizer, life vests, yard tools, luggage, and the wood-and-wire framework of the Moss Man we build every year for Halloween.

I've saved years' worth of flat bicycle inner tubes. Why? It has been useful to take the valve caps off them when one gets lost on a bike or the car.

The garage sucks it all up. Anything and everything fits, if you just balance it carefully on top of something else.

Sometimes it works out great. My wife just created an attractive orchid display in a big ceramic bowl found in the garage. Neither of us can remember where we got it, but it is the perfect thing for the dining room table.

My granddaughter and I built a crude wooden toy boat (she used a hammer!) to float in the river. The boat was reeled in on a spool of kite string left in the garage by the previous owners of our house. It had been just too good to throw out when they left, I suppose, and here it brought happiness to a child, 30 years later.

Garages can be magical places.