My Connecting Threads ‘junk’ mail had come this week, so I pulled it out and began looking through for colors, shapes, and patterns.
I started tearing and cutting tiny pieces
and randomly placing a few on the photo.
Gluing such teeny tiny scraps is a chore! I added some paint for detail – and of course our fat cat Chubbs had to be there! And then I saw a trellis – reminiscent of the one my son Gabe made for me many years ago – and I wanted that to be my entrance point.
Painted clay pottery adds a lovely artistic flair and can be arranged and rearranged. I imagined several sizes bursting with color and foliage. I envisioned the soil dotted with some ground cover of white allysum and lemon thyme, added some flowers – anemones would be nice – over by the propane tank to hide it a bit, and outlined and shaded here and there.
Lastly, I coated it with some diluted Aleene’s tacky glue and put it into a frame!
I can feel the warmth and smell the fragrances every time I walk by it; and now I REALLY can’t wait for spring!
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”