Tuesday, July 26, 2011


I love garden bling.  Not statues of the seven dwarves or colorful fairies that are four feet tall.

But understated, unassuming bling is okay by me.

Frogs rank high with me, tucked under lush foliage where they can barely be seen.

I'm not crazy about things with words, and I don't like color AT ALL.

I love chimes, patio furniture, benches, and rocks.

Bling is garden jewelry to me.  It's the last thing that should go on in the garden.

But I'm getting tired of working on bones and bones and bones, so when I saw these chimes at Christmas Tree Shop (can't believe I find things there that are suitable to my rather discriminating taste), I had to get two.

Having no shepherd's hook to hang them from (the hooks are there with gazing balls.... played out, everyone has them, don't want any of my own), I told Frank I wanted them hanging from trees.

This isn't quite what I had in mind, but I think it's growing on me.

They're heavy and you need a pretty strong breeze to hear these chimes, but they are so worth the wait.

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