Junk, glorious garden junk. Can you believe I do get rid of things...occasionally?
Unexpectedly, delightfully, the garden bells clap in the wind. Do you think this looks like a pile of junk on the wall? That's fine. Each piece of junk has a backstory making me smile. One piece involves a police chopper, ooh-la-la. Another was found in England at Great Dixter.
An odd thing about this assemblage? I read it like a story book of my gardening life.
Creeping fig on the wall, above, Hydrangea 'Penny Mac' in top pic.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara