This past summer, my husband and my father did a bang-up job on the landscaping. They started all sorts of flowery seedlings and by the end of the season, the beds had exploded into a rainbow of colors. They also ventured into Bonsai growing and Brian started to collect all of our broken dishes, with plans to create some concrete sculptures adorned with glass mosaic designs. (And we wonder where little E-Beth gets all this bleeping energy??)
So Brian bought a dozen books on concrete designs, and set to work. He plucked some gigantic sunflower leaves and used them to make molds - the end result was a beautiful concrete dish for catching just enough rain water for a delicate bird bath. He made a few of these pretty outdoor bowls and then started on his mosaic work.
He had plans to make a little concrete/mosaic mushroom field to "plant" in our yard, hiding them in little nooks among the morning glories and asters. I imagined how pretty they would be with the tiny pieces of jewel-colored glass and polished stoned embedded into the concrete, catching twinkling rays of sunshine on hot, summer days.
He finished the first mushroom a few weeks ago, and I excitedly ran outside to see his latest piece of lawn art.
This is what I saw:
Don't get me wrong. It's beautiful, and it will absolutely catch twinkling rays of sunshine on hot summer days, and my husband is quite possibly one of the most resourceful and talented men on earth. But I'm not exactly sure I want my yard to be filled with giant jewel-encrusted concrete penises.
Peace, till next