the miserable gardener

Thought I’d class up the place, some. Nothing like a piece of art to do that. I was driving over to my mom’s to do some chores for her, dutiful son that I am, and went past the shop with the big metal chickens and knew right away that just one big metal chicken would transform this place from a regular back yard to the Hidcote of the Rockies.

I decided to get a medium big metal chicken just to try it on for size, so to speak. They had large big metal chickens, as well as a large big metal turkey, which was slightly seasonal, and I was afraid that the local rednecks would swipe it so they could worship it as a god.

Here it is. Sitting on the patio prior to placement in the garden proper. The brown ring on the patio is a rust stain from a whiskey barrel that fell apart. Should have used a coaster.

Maybe in the blue grama lawn, standing guard. The tomato cage protects a newly planted Elaeagnus ‘Quicksilver’.  I heard sirens when I planted that and thought they were coming for me. It’s not a russianolive, but try proving that to the plant police.

Maybe in the regular lawn out in back. I keep this for the dog, for reasons obvious to dog owners. Also for the rabbits. They’re supposed to nibble on this instead of my plants, and even a medium big metal chicken might scare them off, into other parts of the garden.

It’ll go in Cindy’s garden instead, for now, anyway. She liked this sort of thing.

That’s how easy it is to add class to your garden.