Gardens, I always think, must achieve a certain level of maturity before they merit a bench. After all, what is there to a 6 foot Maple that would throw off enough shade for a peaceful afternoon with a good book and a cup of tea?
My garden is getting closer! Close enough already last May that, upon my return from the Len Foote Hike Inn, I thought I should go looking for a bench in the fall. Then came summer (no time to be outdoors!) and a loss of clients and accompanying revenue, so the thought of a garden bench was banished.
Then, a few weeks ago, in a magazine piece about outdoor art (including a spectacular gate by Wendy Ramshaw), I saw two benches that made me linger on their images. The first one, in wood, was fairly quickly dismissed (I concluded it looked too much like left-over planks from Noah’s ark), but the other one . . ., oh my! Sleek, white (marble?) sitting on fresh-fallen leaves, surrounded by Ivy and small purple flowers, tall frees behind it - very pretty! The featured art had locations and prices with it and my beautiful bench came to $44,485. Oh, well . . .!
You will not see this one in my garden next year and who cares? It did not even have a backrest! :-)
Meanwhile, if Christina reads this, or Peter, or . . . .? You know when my birthday is!