I put this together from an old anodized aluminium wok, a stick with wire wrapped around it, and a bird I bought at a gallery gift shop. It looked pretty ordinary at first but I like the way the wire has rusted and the reflections in the water are lovely. I have never seen any real birds taking a drink though.
and more rust.
Kookaburras are a bit of an obsession with me. My sister and I reckon our old Dad had a laugh a bit like a kookaburra and we were saucer-eyed when one laughed during the graveside service at his funeral. Whenever we see or hear one we take it as a sign of some sort...usually of his approval or support. You can see why I was delighted to receive this as a birthday present a couple of years ago.
Even more rust and another bird. I didn't notice the theme until I started to write this post.
This one I bought myself at a gallery in Yea, along with the sunflower below.
I also have to own up to this wire chook ... I know it is a sort of bird and it is rusted. But it is also the grave marker for Lucy, the first chook I had to chop due to ill health...so you aren't allowed to laugh!
Just for a change ... a terracotta dragon.
This one has a good story.
I bought my sister a similar one several years ago. I have always loved it.
I just happened to call into a favourite nursery, which is many kilometres from my home.
I walked in, and there was this wonderful birdbath.
I thought, 'I don't care how much it costs,
I am having that!'
Unfortunately there was a sold sign on the birdbath and I was crestfallen...until I turned it over.
It had my sister's name on it...not her surname, just her first name. But I knew!
Apparently, my sister had tracked down the original artist and lured her out of retirement to make just one more dragon birdbath.
It is very special to me but I haven't quite found the perfect home for it yet, but at least it is outside and developing a lovely patina.
Just to reassure you that I am a 'Class Act' here is my garden gnome.
She keeps changing her name. At first, in a previous garden, she was under an apple tree and her name was, Apples. Then I put a pot of rhubarb near her and she changed her name to Rude Barb. While I was between houses, she lived under my sister's Rosemary, where she was know as Rudemary.
One of my sister's grand daughters said, 'Ma, that's a girl gnome.'
My sister, trying to keep a straight face, asked, 'How do you know?'
'She has long hair, Silly!'
Now she lives under a Camelia, among japanese windflowers and is known as Windy Wendy.
Finally... a little artwork from Mother Nature.
I would love to see some pictures of your birdbaths, gnomes and garden art.