Monday, April 4, 2016

...my father's gothic garden...

“You have this ability to find beauty
in weird places.”
~ Kamila Shamsie


I am my father's daughter. No question from where my *weird* comes. Here is the proof. The backyard of my parents... A somewhat gothic garden. The best part... I laugh hysterically, "oh my god, what is that". Dad matter of fact like responds, "a cherub's head on a stake" like it's so perfectly normal.

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  1. I always think your dad sounds so great! :)

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    1. I'm kind of biased but I think so too ;)

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  2. I've been feeling a bit sombre today.

    Then I saw the cherub's head on a stake and snorted tea all over my keyboard :)

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  3. ROFLMAO!!! How totally BIZARRE and FUN!! Now I'm feeling like actually going out into my garden again, and finding something's head to put on a stake to weird out the neighbors even more than my wooden crosses and memorial stones do.

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    1. My dad is a weirdo; what can I say ;D ha ha ha you totally should!

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    2. We could start a global 'head on stake' movement.... I may have to go beach combing for a suitable artefact...!

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  4. That's just plain awesome. I really admire it when people do unique things and don't see such as any sort of big deal. There's a carefree-ness and confidence to such that appeals to me endlessly.

    ♥ Jessica

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  5. The more I hear about your dad, the more I like him.

    Here, I have St. Fiacre (formerly thought to be St. Francis) with his head on a plate. He belonged to the former owners of our house, and I have him in an out of the way spot in the front garden. I have had visitors double over with laughter when they see him.
    http://hartwoodroses.blogspot.com/2015/04/saint-francis-without-his-head.html

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