Honestly? I love it. Can't afford it and wouldn't pay that much if I could, but still.
A few weeks ago during our earliest warm spell, I put twigs in the bird bath so that the birds and bees would have firm footing to get a drink. Among those dead twigs were some blackberry-cane cuttings.
Today, while watering, I saw this and couldn't believe my eyes. But the command of spring is so strong that this long-severed blackberry cane is putting out new leaves.
Below is a close-up. (The reference to Aaron's rod budding can be found here.)
UPDATE (an hour later): Anything that wants to live that badly deserves a chance. I took the twig out of the bird bath and planted it near its kindred canes on top of a nice damp pile of compost. Will post another update if it survives. This would be a feat--after nearly a month in the bird bath, it never developed roots. Check the first photo again: no roots.
UPDATEx2 (the next day): Here are pics of the transplanted twig and its placement in the garden. We'll see how it does. Yes, the rest of those sticks are blackberry canes just sprouting leaves.
Trees are starting to bud, including the holly, which seems to confuse the bees who are gathering nectar while the mockingbirds are still eating the bright red winter berries from the same bushes. Go figure.
ANYWAY, here's a new little tea table I made from a large cheap clock that had stopped working and the iron (or maybe steel?) base from an old ice-cream table that I had used as a work desk for many years.
So now you know why I hate to throw anything away.
After the unexpected success of my folk-art jester, I attempted something considerably more challenging: a fairy.
Here she is in progress. I took great pains to sculpt her head and hands and thoroughly sand her. Since I had elevated her left leg as she prepares to fly, I created a pine-cone base to stabilize her.
Here she is assembled, with a demure purple body suit and fairy shoes.
Now, at this point I began having trouble with her face and hair. I attempted several times to paint her face in soft feminine shades, but she looked too made-up. I had pink shredded ribbon ready for the hair, but could not get it glued on smoothly.
My ten-year-old granddaughter had been watching this progress in interest, offering several times to assist in the fairy's makeup and costuming. I resisted her kind offers at first, then finally handed her the doll in frustration. "Have at it," I said.
And, she did. Man, did she. Below the fold is the final product.
I'm not sure why I decided to try paperclay, but here's what a month's off-and-on effort got me:
A folk-art Rudolph Valentino. :/ (I didn't make the clock; that's just to help him stand.) Here's a close-up of his face:
Heaven help me; I'm working on a fairy now. Gruesome pics to come.
This is the funniest coincidence I've experienced in a long time--
Here's a terrible photo of a gorgeous calendar of botanical prints that I've kept in storage since . . . 2000. Two days ago I found it while cleaning out the storage shed, and said to myself, "Self, a 17-year-old calendar needs to be tossed, regardless how beautiful it is." So I hung it on a nail and forgot it.
While fetching something from the shed today, I looked at the calendar again, and turned the page to March. I noticed that March 1, 2000, fell on . . . Wednesday. "Cool!" said I. "So 2000 is one of those years that coincides with 2017."
My first book, Chataine's Guardian, was published in 1984: the beginning of one wild ride.