On any given day

Some kind of sculpture garden grows outside my door on any given day.



Your patio probably has plants and a few flowers. Mine, on occasion, does too.



But mine are more likely to be formed of metal and wire. To be cultivated in the absence of water and daily care.



My still life garden moves and grows as yours does, but with much less care.



And a pot is for itself alone, though once in a while it may contain something delicate and wonderful. While it lives.



Something new is always popping up. Or transplanted from another quarter.



Often it is as hard to move as if it had roots!



But it can stay as long as it needs to anyway.


























Ciao! for now! Thanks for stopping by!

Jacqueline

I'm linking up with Faded Charm for another delightful White Wednesday!
And A Southern Daydreamer for another dreamy OUTDOOR Wednesday!