
Cross the bridge (or walk 'round the pond) to smell the herbs...

My Dad built the bench. He died several years ago (diabetes complications), and I think of him every time I sit there! Ü

This gazing ball is actually a bowling ball. I spray-painted, then glued plastic frogs all over it and put it on an old lamp base. It sits in the herb garden in front of the Echinachea...
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