Yayyyy...rust...how can you not love the patina of a rusty ol' lawn chair(men do not answer any of these questions)...We know that on Mars they have no rust...everything is perfectly OAK and WALNUT...no chips or dings, no drawers missing or miss-matched legs...it is all tagged Lazy Boy and perfectly fits to the mail anatomy(cause he never leaves it). Nor is there any painted furniture on Mars...it is against the law, punishable by death(or extreme ridicule). But on Venus, we have a wonderful choice of extremes...totally chippy paint, totally crackled paint and totally missing paint, what choices!!!
Now with rust, it comes in many degrees also, barely rusting with lots of paint visible on the surface, almost totally rusted, with some paint hanging in there and the Queen of all rust...Garden Variety Rust. This is the perfect piece that is displayed in your garden, in mute splendor, a piece of art depicting what it once may have been, but now emerging as that perfect garden butterfly...'the lawn ornament'. You don't have to understand why it's there, you just have to understand that it is loved and that it has function...sorta...don't even go there, haven't you learned...
I know it hurts you to see good money buy some of these works of art, but just know, there is someone else out there lusting for that piece of trash in your garden or that peeling table on your porch. Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder AND...if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy...
And that rusty ol' fence is going to my house. It will soon grace my front path, giving ceremony to the once fenced in yards of Granny's house...to keep bad boys out and good dogs in(I use that term loosely).
All shots at Sister's Garden.
