My mess and welcome to it

This afternoon, after pruning the butterfly bush for the winter -- don't worry, it'll grow back next year since it's a perennial -- I spent a couple of hours in my garage, cleaning it up. Needless to say, it didn't get done, but at least I got started.

My garage is a one-car garage, detached from the condo. It's become my primary storage unit. Since I don't have a basement, it's where I store the stuff I want to get out of the house but don't want to throw out, or will come in handy someday.

Is it something I'm proud enough to show off to the neighbors? Not really. If I'm inside, the door is open, and I catch 'em looking, I'll say, "Hi, how ya doin?" Most people will avert their eyes. I often kid around that I applied for federal disaster area funding, but got turned down because it didn't affect enough people.

( So what's in this garage of mine? )