you were in the neighborhood, while I had taken off in an entirely different direction.
instead of heading toward the airport, I went north and for whatever I got done, I never did have a chance to sit here for a while.
I sure do like that piece of iron art...
that's ingenious and you're lucky to have gotten a chance to buy it.
I've been in the yard in the past but never to really stroll around. it was way before 'garden junk' got into my head. yesterday, my special guy and I made two round trips to my mom's house, a 45 minute drive north.
the place is sold, or at least in the final stages of paper signing..(one brother is taking care of it, so I am on the "need to know" list, which he figures I don't need to know, at this time)..but I had the go ahead to get whatever I wanted from the place.
the first trip this weekend was a piggy back washer dryer and a chrome book shelf that matches the two I already have, for porcelain things to be set in.
the second trip was the fun one...GARDEN JUNK..
she had a flair for the woods but over time, so much of it has broken down into more earthy crumbles.
I did get a few boulders, special rocks, planters, starts of shrubs, an iron plant stand my dad in law had made years ago...moss covered pieces, a garland that was over the front door and the only thing I didn't get, cuz of no ladder was a rooster weather vane.
I'm still going to try to get that, if I ever do find out who it is that bought the place.
I took lots of pictures, so I can say good-bye to her little lake front bungalow.
the charm has long since been destroyed, when the woods across the lake and across from her place has since been clear cut.
soooo heartbreaking to see.
she would be so dreadfully unhappy to see it but as it is, she's not aware of much of anything.
the stroke has robbed her of all of her wit and fun ideas.
I feel it's more or less my legacy, to find and carry on the things that bring happiness to a yard.
even if I have to go through rough times to get to that point.
there's a very weathered green house she had my brother build for her, when she first moved to the lake..it's made of 5 old window doors and one solid door, that never did work well for actually growing anything. at the time, it was too dark where it's located. now, there's more light and I'm hoping the new owner will have no use for the doors.
at least, I can only hope so. the place has been vacant for quite a while and vandalized more than twice. 
she used to walk down to the lake, gathering wild grasses and put them in vases..have little bits and pieces from the woods around..moss on branches, propped over the fireplace, pebbles on a saucer, with twigs and a tiny ceramic frog..
hand thrown, fired and glazed pottery in the garden window.
...very ethereal surroundings
jewelry necklaces, draped over the corners of framed pictures on the wall..and always fresh coffee and toast to be offered.
the rooms would smell of lavender and cloves, from the oil she mixed for the porcelain painting. she would have loved that iron angel you found for your yard..and it would have made her miss Paul, the love of her life, who died years before her, leaving her only with his memory. She would design iron planters and wall hangings and he would disappear into his shop and weld them for her...
so Sarah, what you found is more than simple iron art. you found something to cherish. More or less like a guardian angel, to look after you, your family and over your home and yard. |
