… is pure gold in terms of the daily enjoyment I get from walking by this object and its identical companion. We had fun talking about outrageous garden practices in the deep South and elsewhere, but sometimes the things you might not do yourself are admirable in others. And I must say the rest of this front garden is equally formal. (I don’t know what he does, but he has the only lush grass carpet on the block.)
The thing is, it’s hard to stop with this sort of embellishment once you’ve started. This, its mate, and their surrounding wrought iron fence started out pure black, but have been getting shinier and shinier as the summer has progressed. Even the formerly somber planters on the porch have been detailed. You have to wonder where it will end. Is the house next? That would be awesome.