Against my better judgement, I'm going to show you something that drives the mister crazy. He's not a fan of crappola...and, as you know, I am. If I had my way my entire yard would be filled with reclaimed tractor parts, odd tires, bikes and make-shift bird baths from old pots and pans. But as hard as I try to crap the place up, the mister tries just as hard to de-crap and up until a few weeks ago everything was fine. I would bring home a piece of "art" and he would growl and I would ignore him and it would be business as usual. But now, NOW, the mister has given me an ultimatum...if I don't bring home any more "art" then he won't get rid of what's already there. My latest acquisition, appropriately named Art, seems to have pushed the mister over the edge. But Art just tickles me to pieces and while I knew the mister would not greet Art warmly, I was relatively certain the mister would at the very least find Art, well, to be art...ummmm, not so much!
Now really, how can one look upon Art and not see art and not smile?!? He's magnificent, no? Art is made with electrical bits and bobs, but that's neither here nor there, because Art is, without a doubt, a one-of-a-kind-sculpture...anyone can see that, right? And he is absolutely perfect in my little view spot! I'm sure the mister will grow to love him...cough, cough!
I love Art so much that it's hard for me to be objective...maybe it wasn't Art who tipped the scales, maybe the red chandelier hanging from the cherry tree put the mister over the top? I'm sure it wasn't the birdhouse on the old stump because that's been there a while and he's never said anything about it. He didn't exactly warm up to the pot rack hanging from the apple tree where the odd kitchen utensils dangle, but then again, he never said a word...perhaps he was stunned by it's creative beauty?!?
The croquet mallets didn't even get a raised eyebrow when I pounded them into the dirt and I truly think the mister likes the piece of drift wood I hauled home from Lake Chelan. The old wood chair, discarded from a friend's cabin, and carefully placed in a special spot, well, that did get an eyebrow raise...but that was all...so I figured the mister had a tick/twitch and I ignored him.
The mister has never said a word about the wooden leaf nailed onto the tree trunk - a gift from a dear friend - and he didn't seem to mind when I brought home the big metal, yellow flower and pounded that into the ground...which, as I like to point out to him, is the only flower that blooms all year long!
The birdbath that sits precariously on an old stump sometimes falls when the wind blows and the mister has whined about that, but never has he said it had to go...although he did complain about the pots in the view spot, saying they need replacing, and I'll get to that, but the silver garden "orb" (another gift from a dear friend) has never bothered him, even when a neighborhood child used to come and pee on it! And now, now that Art has taken up residency, the mister draws a line in the dirt. No more crap. I don't know what crap-withdrawal feels like...I suppose I'm going to find out...OR...maybe the mister will come to his senses and see just how unreasonable he is being...it's either that or crap rehab for me! Wish me luck!
