The kids and I are spending the week visiting my parents, so blogging will be a little on the light side. When we’re here in the summer, I’m always in awe of their backyard. It’s my dad’s favorite hobby, and he knows the name of every flower, where (or who) it came from, and how it fared last year compared to this year. It all sounds like a foreign language to me, but it sure is pretty to look at. He just finished two little projects that I thought you might like to see.
He’s a fan of using these garden orbs in different spots:
(And, so is my two-year-old, apparently. . . )
I was with him several weeks ago when he bought some old bowling balls for a dollar each at a yard sale. He sprayed one with this textured spray, and the weight of the ball is perfect for the outdoors.
He has also used his old bicycle beside the back porch, and added a bicycle basket as a planter:
He also started a hummingbird vine growing up the tires:
I love that this bicycle is in their backyard, as it involves one of my most vivid childhood memories. I thought it was traumatic at the time, but now it seems funny. We used to always ride our bicycles through a nearby cemetery (weird?!). I was probably six and on my own bike, and my sister was two, sitting in the back seat on my dad’s bike. I’m not completely sure what happened, but I can still see my dad wrecking, and my sister go flying out of that seat and bouncing on the paved path in the cemetery.
In my six-year-old mind, I thought for sure they were both dead. (And, in such an appropriate spot!) Fortunately, they made both made it, but I’m not sure if my mom let him take us for many rides through the cemetery after that. . .