It’s finally time to retire the old adirondack chairs.
I have had them almost 3 years now and when I found them on the curb discarded with the trash I didn’t think I could get one year out of them. They were so delapidated, but thank goodness my husband has the same vision as I do when it comes to vintage stuff. He was able to patch, replace and repair until he wouldn’t or should I say couldn’t do it any longer. In his words “the paint is all that’s holding them together”. The chairs had seen their day and I had to accept the reality.
So when he took the rotting, broken chair to the curb, I held on with all my strength to the other one, while protesting loudly that he should find a way to replace the rotten pieces of the one in his hands as it crumbled to the touch where it had broken. The other chair I carried safely to a corner that doesn’t get too much use. It looks good, and after all isn’t that all that really matters?
New ones can’t compare to the classic lake charm look of the old ones. They just don’t make them like they used to. But alas I had to begin looking for new ones because my yard just doesn’t look as good without them and it’s our favorite place to sit when we exchange the events of the day in the evening.
By chance, Home Depot had just two left of their inexpensive Adirondack chairs. We snatched them because they were A. inexpensive (like $38 each) and B because it will take time to find some really cool ones that were built long ago and are still keeping together or at least replicas that look that way, so I need some to fill the gap until then.
After several coats of shiny red paint they didn’t look half bad. Of course, they aren’t as comfy or nearly as sturdy as my old ones(in their prime) but they would have to do.
We need a place to relax and enjoy the show which is our life.
~”A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. ” ~May Sarton
The weather has been dreary and cold for days with some rain and sunshine stuck in here and there.
Not great gardening weather which means I have been very lazy about weeding and trimming.
I hate shivering while I am gardening.
To spite my neglect, things are still beginning to bloom so there are some treats to see.
If you are looking for me this weekend, I will be out in my yard having some fun.
~”Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.”~ Gerald De Nerval
Visit Tootsie Time for Fertilizer Friday
My garden is flourishing, my plants are blooming, my vegetables are getting ready to be picked, but my summer goals have not yet been reached. Try as I might, I have not seen
any hummingbirds since we moved to this house. Although I rarely saw them at my other house, I did see them occasionally. Here, nothing. I have a hummingbird feeder hung among the red bee balm, hostas, pink bee balm, foxgloves, red hollyhocks and many other known lures for the little guys. Still they elude me. Someone told me to put oranges in the tree, that only brought wasps. I have since learned that they don’t use scent to guide them, only sight. How they can miss all my flowers I don’t know, so I sit patiently in my yard waiting for that flash of red and whiz of wings. Although I know one will probably decide to zoom by one day when my camera is not handy, I will take comfort knowing that I did finally get to see one in my own yard. So I wait, watch and change the humming bird feeder every week so that they have fresh red sugary nectar waiting. Maybe it will be tomorrow, or the next day. I can only hope that when one finds my yard I will be there to be amazed.
From scarlet to powdered gold,
to blazing yellow,
to the rare
to the orange and black velvet
of your shimmering corselet,
out to the tip that like an amber thorn
small, superlative being,
you are a miracle,
and you blaze ~ Pablo Neruda