Here she is, ready to lead the way. Actually, she is ready to dig around in the bushes looking for FSM knows what.
When my father died in 2009, I took his bowling ball and an old pair of his glasses and put them in my garden. I put blue marbles in two of the finger holes to remind me of his beautiful blue eyes. He sat in various places over the years of garden reincarnations. When my mother died 2 years ago, I had her gardener dig up this rose bush for me to take to home. He was pleased because he had given to mama years earlier. It lived in a few places here until I got Razzle last June. Then she dug it up twice until it was a rootball and a couple of sticks. I found out that's all you need for a rose bush to survive, and now she is blooming lovely red roses, watched over by my bowling ball daddy. They are happy together now in the garden.
This is the potting bench Mr. Zen made me years ago. It is redwood and cedar, has removable top sections that hold soil in a bucket under one and the other is slatted with a catch basin below it for watering as I plant. The bugs don't bother it and it just gets prettier as it ages, just like me! Teehee.
This little vignette just strikes me. There is such lovely color and shape in the various plants, the tall, spiky orangey flowers, the nasturtiums, the purple succulent in the middle, i love it.
This is in the shade of the house. The stag horn fern came to me as just one little foot with a single horn and has had a good life here.
I gather odd objects and scatter them about. I still have about a million things stored on the side of the house from the remodel of the yard I did last year. As I get out for the spring, these will multiply. Here we have a bicycle rim and a metal lizard in honor of my subjects. Also included is a tiny gargoyle.
But this is the centerpiece of my garden for me. Mr. Zen put this in in 2000. On July 7th, 2000, I put in the first fish. They were feeder fish from the pet store, meant for predators of some kind, 8 for $1.00. That's what I have stocked since then since migratory birds hunt in this tiny little pond and the fish are tasty. No sense feeding the heron expensive koi when cheap goldfish taste just as good. I spend a lot of time looking at and listening to the water here. This is my moment of ZEN!
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed the small samples.