And so I gave the guy who made it a little something called cash, and the bird followed me home. Or rather, I picked it up and carried it to my vehicle, figured out how to put it in the back without gouging the upholstery, and drove it home.
It's quite a bird, with its rakish tail feathers, big washer eyes, and spoon handle head feathers. Gotta love it. It even has a place to hold a pot of flowers, should I choose to add a pot of flowers.
And I probably will choose to add a pot of flowers.
I smile every time I see it, and I see it as soon as I go out the backdoor to the garden.
This means that now whenever I go out the backdoor into my garden, no matter what my facial expression was when I got to the door, I'll immediately smile, and enter my garden with a smile.
As it should be.
Because if you aren't smiling in your own garden, somethings not right and you should fix it until it is right.
Oh sure, there is a lot that isn't exactly right in my garden. I could make a list.
Weeds. Check I have those.
Unplanted areas or areas I wish would fill in faster with spreading plants. Check and check.
Weeds. Oh, yes, I mentioned them already, but by weeds this second time I mean that dastardly thistle. Shudder. It can wipe smile off my face faster than a toothache.
But I won't let it.
Because I have a funny bird sculpture in my garden now. The eternal smile maker.
It needs a name. I'm thinking Esmerelda, since the first letters are E-S-M, which stands for "eternal smile maker".
Yes, Esmerelda it shall be. She'll watch over my garden when I'm not around and make sure I always wear a smile when I am around.
Who knows, she might even write a guest post on this very blog someday.