Because it makes me smile

The minute I saw it, I wanted it to follow me home and come live in my garden, forever.

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.





Comments

  1. I love it! A few years ago, I noticed a cute peacock sculpture in a neighbors yard. Every time I walked by, I giggled. I found one a couple of years ago, and bought it. It just makes me giggle. I haven't named him. Perhaps, I will!

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  2. I am certain that when Esmeralda becomes acclimated to the garden, fairies and various goings on that she will have an opinion and will express it beautifully. She is quite the looker.

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  3. I have a pig named Primrose in my garden that is was made in a similar way .. my granddaughter gave her to me for Christmas.. Primrose makes me smile as well you can see her at my blog grammapennysgarden.wordpress.com

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  4. I don't know much about art, even garden art, but it seems to me that the major criterion for calling something art is that it should make you smile. Esmerelda is a beauty! I'd love to hear her opinions one of these days.

    I think I need something to make me smile while I pull up all the darned weeds growing in my garden:)

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  5. I need one too! Groetjes, Hetty

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  6. Oh I too own an Esmerelda and even when I don't see her, I smile whenever I go into my garden.. it us certainly my own, private world. ..

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  7. Oh I too own an Esmerelda and even when I don't see her, I smile whenever I go into my garden.. it us certainly my own, private world. ..

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  8. I love it, Esmerelda would bring a smile to the dourest of faces.

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