Friday, April 25, 2008

Garden Art


For many years, I planted my garden using no decorative ornaments of any kind. No statues. No benches. No fountains. Even the birdbaths were selected with only function in mind. The plants provided all the ornamentation needed in my garden.


Then one day, I was walking down the street and came upon pile of picket fencing lying along the curb -- the flotsam and jetsam of someone's new landscaping. The sections of fencing were gently aged and nicely proportioned. I selected two of the sections and with some difficulty, I got them home, where the pickets looked perfect standing among the mayapples and columbine and Solomon's seal. After that, I began thinking about garden art.

Last month, I commissioned a garden sculpture from a young artist from Winston Salem. I didn't have a particular design in mind but I wanted the piece to be interactive with birds. The artist sent me a drawing through email and I liked it immediately. When the artist came to install the piece, he told me that he had made it at his grandfather's house. He had enjoyed working with his grandfather, welding, nailing, painting. Grandfather, grandson, working side by side. There is love in the creation.
I hope their creativity will spawn pro-creativity among the birds who live in my garden. Two different generations working together to encourage new generations in my garden.

4 Comments:

Blogger David in Greensboro, NC said...

I love the sculpture and the story behind it. Enjoy!

April 26, 2008 11:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What an inspirational story. Your yard must be lovely. I am sure the birds delight in you as much as you delight in them.
-Nancy from Haughville

April 28, 2008 11:49 AM  
Anonymous Maritza said...

What a beautiful garden and website you have. I am glad my mother shared the website with me. I wish I had such a green thumb!

Maritza (Nilsa's daughter)

April 29, 2008 4:32 PM  
Anonymous julia blue said...

awwwwww. cute.
love you mama!

May 3, 2008 8:42 PM  

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