Okay, there really is more stuff than I suggested yesterday. Start with another bat.
My mind wanders near the end. Like it usually does.
Into the shed for just a second.
the nest is empty
Back outside. A trespasser trying not to be seen.
The pig.
Going inside now, because it’s not so warm outside.
my understanding is that this is the first drawing Cindy did, when she was quite young
If you want to talk about collections of stuff, here’s a collection of stuff.
It’s a terrible thing, realizing that you’re out of fashion and there’s nothing to be done about it but suffer the shame of not having enough doodads in the garden.
I thought I would offer a short virtual tour of the various doodads that are here, as well as some other things, since not much gardening can be done on this wet, chilly Saturday afternoon. I didn’t put any of these things here.
My fingers almost froze off, taking these pictures.
tiny, rusted frog
Cindy carved some verses from Gorey’s “The Wuggly Ump” on the arbor she built.
I dug the postholes.
P.S. I forgot to mention the other metal dragonfly that flew off into the weeds somewhere. I’ll have to get a metal detector to find it.
Then there are solar lights that work once in a while, some chairs, four bird baths (one heated during the winter), a metal peccary or javelina (it came with piglets but Cindy didn’t want to get them) and a vintage park bench.
That’s it. I estimate the budget for upgrading to the latest fashions at a million or two. I take checks.
the miserable gardener 