Yellow Gate

I love my rustic yellow gate.

Color

I love color. In my garden that is. I love bright colors like green, yellow, red, and blue mostly. I have a yellow gate going into my backyard. Actually I built the gate myself. I also have lots of green and blue bottles and vases. It's a way of making your garden come to life without anything blooming.

Nobody's Home

This picture is touching in a sad way and even a happy way. It depends on how you look at it. It reminds me of times gone by. A simpler time probably. Surely there was a wonderful family that lived here at one time with little kids playing in the yard. All the signs of a home are still there. A fireplace with no walls around it. Yet there is a mailbox. I give credit to my son Jacob. This is one of his photographs.

Clean Car

I finally got pictures of my sons' car clean. These are pictures of the honda he wrecked while on spring break. He had a blow out and ran through a pond. There was at least a 1/2 inch of water and mud inside under the carpet. His brother and I cleaned it. This is the after pictures of the inside. There is an earlier post that shows the pictures of the car after the wreck.

Bottle Trees Found On The Internet

I found these beautiful bottle trees on the internet. They're not mine. Someday maybe I'll get around to making one for my garden. I included some history on the bottle tree below. It's interesting, but I just want one because I love the colors.

The Thin Line Between Good and Evil,2003

"Once a common site in the Southern landscape, the bottle tree is now an increasing rarity as ancient folk beliefs and customs fall from the common usage. The origins of the tree go back to the ninth century. In the Congo, where hand-blown glass was hung on huts and trees as a talisman against evil, you can find the practice of removing the foliage from a tree (preferably a cedar, because all the branches point heavenward) and placing the tree in the yard of the house. The bare branches are then covered with colorful glass bottles that attract any evil spirits that may be lurking near the house. The spirit becomes mesmerized by the play of sunlight through the colorful glass and becomes trapped inside the bottle. When the wind blows past them, the moans of ensnared spirits can be heard whistling on the breeze." -The Bottle Tree: A Vanishing Southern Tradition, Bill Steer.

My Bottle Collection

These are actually my bottles in my flower garden.

I always wanted to make a bottle tree, but haven't taken the time yet. So I just stuck some metal stakes in my flower bed and put my bottle collection on each one. I love color in my garden. Especially in the winter anything colorful makes up for not having anything blooming.

Spring is Here

The Red bud tree in my backyard is blooming. It is so pretty.