GeorgiaPeachez

Jaws in the Garden

A new (old) acquisition for the garden.

I 'caught' this guy on my last road trip.  Now he is swimming around my backyard garden.

In the Mountains of East Tennessee

I've been visiting with my Mom this week.  MommaPeach lives in the hills of east Tennessee.  She and I both share a love for daylilies.  We visited two daylily farms in the mountains and Wow :->

 

When you look out across the field of daylilies, they don't seem that impressive. 

But then you get up close.

What's not to love?  Daylilies need just about zero maintenance.  They tolerate full blazing sun, drought and poor soil.  Even though each bloom only lasts one day, a mature clump of daylilies will bloom on and on for weeks.

This next garden belongs to Mrs Littleton.  She lives in the mountains outside of Gray, TN.  Her beautiful garden is terraced on a mountainside.  She sells all kinds of plants and she specializes in daylilies. 

I love her garden which includes lots of nooks and benches.  She tucks in all kinds of interesting garden junk amongst the flowers. 

Mrs Littleton's daylilies are so spectacular.

You can't quite appreciate the slope from these pictures, but let me tell you, we are clinging to the side of a mountain here.

As you can imagine, I came home with the trunk stuffed full of daylilies :->

It Was A Rescue Mission

Every day the pooch gets a walk and for many years now we have walked past a certain house.

A certain, modest brick ranch that isn't terribly well tended. 

A certain house that could use a dose of TLC.

This certain house did posses an enviable piece of concrete statuary however.

For many years I have pined for this piece of concrete. 

Then a few weeks ago the lusted for piece of concrete fell over.  And there it lay.  Neglected and on it's side.

Action had to be taken. 

So I wrote a kind note offering to adopt (for a reasonable fee) said piece of concrete.

Days passed and there it was.  So close yet so far.

But today I was allowed to rescue my concrete.  Such a sigh of relief.

 

 

Provenance - The Stork

Provenance:  The history of ownership of a valued object.

Yard sale season has been a fun time so far this year and I have made more than a few great finds.

Yesterday I found something really fun.  I almost missed it because it was so dirty and just tossed on a table amongst a bunch of the usual crappy church sale donations.

This guy is poseable rubber and he is marked West Germany on the bottom of a foot, or claw.

What makes this little guy a stand out though is his Provenance.  When I took him up to the check out table manned by the requisite senior citizen church members one of the ladies volunteered "I brought that, he belonged to me.  I've had him since I was a baby". 

He wasn't priced and just how much did she want to charge for him?  "Oh, just give us 10 cents".

OK.