The birdbath bowl was broken during the 2007 Ice Storm. Hubby and Son threw it all in the ever growing trash pile. I saw it there. That night I lay in bed and starting thinking about that birdbath. Artists tend to do that. We lie in bed at night and think and create in our minds. When we finally see it all come together in our minds we can sleep...but not until then. The pictures tell the story of the rescued birdbath.
I will probably put a cement faerie or something
on top of this. Or maybe just leave it as is.
Here is what the Ice Storm did!
Here is where I come in.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I just cleaned them up and painted the words on them.I will probably just scatter these throughout my flower beds.
*Extra benefit: Besides being pretty I am hoping they will cause
some discomfort to my dog when he tries to lay on my flowers.
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