This plywood cut-out is so much a part of the garden that I hardly notice it any more, but I depend on it being there. It started out as a full-body tracing of my son on his 21st birthday--it had open arms and long legs and lovely metal corkscrew hair, and was fully clothed. Over the years, the hands went, and the arms, then the shoes, and the t-shirt is in tatters, but it makes me smile to see the flowers decorating the rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment