this blog post is an ode.
an ode to days goneby,
where cheerful but un-useful pots were given a second chance.
happy to be repurposed
for the last year,
they had become the hands that embraced my garden
out front of the studio.
it happened slowly.
a broken sugar jar...
a cup found far from home.
and now, a huge gaping hole. all at once.
where someone took my garden love and made it theirs.
i knew it would happen. i didnt even think i d mind.
but i do.
those dirty thieves took a matching set
2 or 3 atleast
of blistered pinholed faultily glazed bowls.
i know! i should be happy that someone loves them
enough to take them home and use them in their state of fault.
but some how i am offended.
the blank hole not filled.
i took away the garden hands today. and replaced them with a fence.
boo thieves. you stink!