One of my promises to myself for the new year is to spend more time in the garden. So out I go to investigate the baron wasteland that used to be a lush garden. It is bad….so bad. I know there is little point watering the dry twigs or replanting until this heatwave is over so…. I figure …. this is a chance for garden sculpture to come to the fore.
Brass peacocks will do the trick. They will survive the drought and make little noise.