Too Much

Studly Doright and I are doing some home improvement projects this spring. His man-cave is approaching completion and we’ve found someone to help turn the area leading up to our front door into a mini courtyard. After that we’ll tackle our back porch which is lovely but almost unusable during the rainy season due to drainage issues.

In preparation for the courtyard project I’ve been browsing Pinterest and wandering around two of the local nurseries looking at paving stones, outdoor seating groups, and large pots and planters. My goal is to make the area pretty and low maintenance.

Even though I’m no gardener I enjoy trips to the nurseries. There’s such an abundance of colors, textures, and scents. And ornamental junk. Lots of ornamental junk.

  
Now, I have nothing against ornamental junk. I can see me owning a metal rooster or an ornate concrete birdbath. The problem is that I’m not sure if I’d know when to stop. 

  
Could I draw the line at one rooster or would I need a dozen metal hens and a few chicks to add to the display? If I buy the concrete birdbath do I then follow up with a concrete bench, a concrete fairy, a pair of concrete children reading a concrete book, and an array of concrete stepping stones?

  
We’ve all seen those yards that have so many little animals or whirlybirds or garden gnomes that one cannot even see the lawn or the front door. Who is to say that one lone rooster won’t lead to an entire flock?

Studly assures me he won’t let it come to that. Oh, look! A metal dolphin!

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

23 thoughts on “Too Much”

      1. It’s worse when you keep getting them as gifts & have to scuttle around to find them to put back on show when the gifter comes to visit!

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      2. Especially if they have been gifted by a family member who visits for days on end several times each year. Let me tell you about this cross made entirely of expended bullet casings, complete with Jesus….on second thought, you don’t want to know.

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      3. No way! And we were sooking about our (what we believe is a ) cat/cow/dragon fly metal ornament that crashes to the ground whenever a fly even thinks about flying passed it. When it crashes you can hear it five houses away I think!

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      4. You were selling them at that garage sale weren’t you? Surely that cross would have been first in the sale pile! lol!

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  1. I’ll take a dozen of each, please! I actually would love to place little toadstools throughout my flowerbeds. I think they’re cute. My husband thinks I’m crazy…but what else is new? Loved this post!

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  2. I see the future, you’ll have so much you’ll keep rotating your trinkets but still have too much out. The neighbors won’t even notice your rotating. The HOA takes you to court for covenants violation. You get in people magazine and say sanseilife predicted it all! I get famous and you fade back to your collection😉

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