Our acreage has a theme going, as established here earlier. Gliders and old metal chairs gather around in clusters, holding ghosts. Little brick pathways start nowhere and end nowhere. They occupy space. Artists can understand this, others ask why all the trouble?
Created about a week before Christmas, this path allows my husband to get all his tractors from around the barn to where the lawn is. He hauled many bricks from St. Louis here and interspersed are bricks that say “Laclede”; no explanations necessary to St. Louisians! Laclede is an ever present word in that very ethnic city. This brick vignette is pretty big; it took parts of four days to do. I love the way it makes one notice the movement of the land.
The area where we burn is partially circled by this mix of old broken cinder blocks and big cement stones. My favorite place to be in winter late afternoons is in one of these chairs, burning the fallen tree limbs etc. gathered that day.
Below is a very fine piece of rust! In MY COLOR, we have plans to use it for a buffet table at an upcoming event.