My garden, already an enchantment, transitioning from metaphorical to literal? HA!!!
Hanging at the entry on my arbor at the patio, he fell. Long forgotten, perhaps a squirrel knocked him off?.
His open mouth? He's a birdhouse hand-made of cast stone with marble eyes & a rough sandy texture. Bought him lecturing in North Carolina almost 15 years ago. A perk of traveling to lecture far from home, UNIQUE LOOT.
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I adore it when my garden surprises me!!
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What charming surprises has your garden given you?
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
