Showing posts with label garden art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garden art. Show all posts

Monday, January 8, 2018

Bubba and Shirley


"We have a new home," said Bubba, the tiny bear with one ear. "Yee-hawwww!"

"I love the fresh air," Shirley the Swan said. "No more being cooped up in a box labeled Christmas 48 weeks out of the year. Delightful!"



Saturday, January 6, 2018

The Fish and The Flamingo


"Yikes, a flamingo!" exclaimed the fish. " I need to get back into the sea. Blub, blub."

"Yummmm!" smacked the flamingo. "More leaves on the left."


Friday, December 29, 2017

Ducks in the Backyard


Quack, quack, quack. Watch out for me! So said the duck by the fence as I raked the leaves in the backyard.

There are six of these blue-plate ducks hanging out in the yard. A friend asked, "Why don't you use them?"

That was my plan when I fell in love with them in a thrift shop two birthdays ago. But, the only action the plates saw were inside a kitchen cabinet.

The ducks are meant to be out in the open for us to enjoy. Of course what better place for them but in the backyard.

Quack, quack, quack. 



 

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Getting into the Spirit


I don't know what got into me today. First thing this morning I went into the garage and pulled out the Christmas stuff. Red bows are now strung in the front yard, the mailbox looks festive with ribbons and red and blue balls, and a rickety wooden chair is adorned with fake snow-covered pine branches. Ooh-la-la.

A small, vintage plastic Christmas tree came out of its box to become the centerpiece of the festive festiveness that you see in the photo. Methinks this tree has found its home in that old-fashioned milk can. The ornaments, too, most likely.

Anyone else think its funny that our holidaze tree is outside among the living plants? Ha ha ha. This may be one of my favorite Christmas trees ever.


Thursday, December 14, 2017

Coffee Press Plunger Chimes


French presses don't last long in our household. It used to be we could go a couple of years before the glass container breaks. In recent years, nope. Three months, if we're lucky. Each time one breaks, we go back to using our makeshift coffee system—a 32-ounce glass measuring cup and a leftover plastic funnel from a legitimate coffee dripper that got broke who knows when.

I can't bring myself to throw the coffee press plunger right away because I never know when it may come in handy. The problem is I put it away and forget where. It's not uncommon to reach deep into a kitchen shelf or open a box marked Kitchen Stuff, voila! there's a coffee press plunger.

Last month I finally did something with a coffee press plunger. It so happened that I came across a  bunch of metal tubes that were once-upon-a-time chimes at the same time that I spied a coffee press plunger. Yup. The coffee press plunger chimes make a pretty sound hanging from the apple tree outside the back door.   

Ding. Ding. Ding-ding, Ding. . .


Friday, November 10, 2017

Painting Rocks


Last month I was introduced to rock painting. Another creative outlet for me.  It's a good thing our back yard is full of rocks and there are a lot of places that I can border with them. I wonder though if the rocks mind being painted.