Post by: RozieDozie
Gardens, like people, come in all shapes, sizes and personalities. They can, and should be, places of our own where we enjoy spending time surrounded by things we like. Some gardens are simple and straightforward; some, like mine, have what I call whimsies and what-nots, which the non-understanding ones in my home call “finally-a-use-for-all-that-junk!.”
My very first garden started out boring and plain with 26 cherry tomato plants (as I said, my FIRST garden), along with some spinach and sweet peas. Who would’a thunk that so many munching, crunching, chomping critters would compete with me for food?
“Git yurself some frogs to eat them bugs,” suggested a greatly admired old timer. He meant real frogs, but those were harder to come by than I ever imagined, so I settled for a fake wooden frog, plunked him down next to something half-eaten by flea beetles, hoping he’d attract others of his kind. Like magic, within days, live frogs appeared… Nah. But that little bug eyed guy looked so cute sitting there among the nibbled greenery that I added another and another.
Soon, quite a few artsy little fellers were living in my garden, along with some pinwheels to keep the birds away. The pinwheels were replaced with a bowl of water and a sign re-inviting my feathered friends after the grasshoppers invaded. The bowl and sign live there still, a testament to the fact that whimsies and what-nots can and should be flexible.
I’m not sure when I began adding handmade items made from my personal collection of unusual- interesting-stuff-that- might-possibly-one-day-be-useful that I’d been dragging home for years. But those who live with me and were greatly bothered by finding my acquisitions hiding in the car trunk underneath the beach towels used for emergency wiping purposes, were happy, if not ecstatic, to see my rocks, shells, string, leftover wire, and unique but oh, so very heavy sinks put to good use in the garden.
Never mind that some are under-appreciative of the effort it takes to turn used binder twine, spare PVC pipe and beads into a useful and a beautiful magical cucumber growing stick, or the difficulty involved in transferring my grandchildren’s artwork to useful message flags. My creations have bought me a lot of pleasure and have certainly made my garden unique.
Even when I’m tired and sweaty, a glimpse of Garden Girl’s strange little face made from things leftover makes me
smile. And then there’s used-red-chair-turned-planter rescued at the last minute from the curbside, saved from a horrible, smothering death in the landfill. Did I fail to mention my morning glory medallion?
And what would my garden be like without my favorite and first, Old Frog, peeping out from behind the peppers? He’s faded and worn, but I love him. He was the beginning of my whimsies and what-nots and I still believe, after all these years, that one day, he will, most certainly, attract those of his kind to my garden. Why not?