Rock Garden

Some years ago, my daughters Michu and Biftu created garden beds alongside the front porch, bordered with bricks and planted with various ornamentals. In recent years, they've been pretty much ignored, even before the girls moved away.

Meanwhile, a couple of houses in our neighborhood have acquired gorgeous gardens consisting primarily of inanimate objects, running heavily to potsherds, burnt-out headlights and other objects that can be made to lie more or less flat.

Now I have converted one of the girls' old beds, giving it a layer of sand over the dirt, and spreading various materials over it: a spill of red clay flowerpot fragments, a handful of shards from a painted pot, fragments of a broken cinderblock, the bed of marbles that had once formed the base for a floral arrangement.

Today, Kathe and I were walking downtown when we happened upon a place where ther facade of a building had been removed, preparatory to putting on a new facade, and saw remnants of the facade before last, which had included big slabs of black glass. We salvaged some small chunks of the glass, and now there's another little shoal, amongst the other fragments.

I thought about putting down a spill of pennies, but I thought that might activate people's wishing-well circuits, and they'd be throwing in coins of their own.