What an Artist Notices in the Garden

While I was out and about in the garden looking for spring in yesterday’s post, I was noticing more than just plants coming up.
Like the colors of the wheelbarrows, leaning against each other as they wait to be used again.

wheelbarrow-collection

The stacks of pots I’d been collecting last fall and forgot about in the path, now acting as little reflecting pools.

pots-in-path

My sculpture, a class project from years ago in art college, now happily growing moss surrounded by carnations. I think some mud wasps have been filling her ear and her mouth. I never did like that model.

cement-head

And the gate, also growing moss caught my eye. That little wood-stove grate is to remind Will that someday, hopefully, this summer, I’d like a new gate with that grate acting as a window into the garden.
gate-closeup

We never seem to rush into these things though. ¬†Will claims it’s weathering in.

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  1. mary-lou says:

    Only an artist would see the beauty in the ephemera and discards… Love your gate as is, and “mud wasps filling her ear” is pure poetry, thanks again for a thoughtful post!

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