My friend Zoe has been my garden guru for years. She happens to live in a funky little neighborhood in Atlanta, where it seems that many clever people live. Or, they have clever gardeners. I am filled to the brim whenever we work in her gardens, almost unable to wait to get home and implement ideas that flood in just by being in that neighborhood.
We have a similar aesthetic, but Zoe goes for the fine old sometimes British things, and I, wallowing among the working poor, have to covet newer things, but cool. We both like rust.
This pair of chairs is near the back of her fine garden, near the alley. If I had these chairs, they would be inside, used as side chairs. This is the difference between Zoe and me. Her side chairs, recently acquired, are from the French countryside and are leather. They tour old barns in France!
I am pretty sure that she picked these up off the street. Much of her early morning time is taken up with exercising and street cruising for good junk at the same time. She finds the most wonderful stuff. It is truly amazing what some people choose to throw away, but no complaints here! If it weren’t for the bad decisions of other people, this hacienda would be bare.
The swinging movements in these chairs are intact and moving well, made more amazing by the fact they are always in the weather. The series of lines that make up the seat are body-loving and feel great.
Opposite the chairs, and still back by the alley is a sturdy little structure that is the potting shed. Made years ago by Zoe and her husband, it houses tools and pots and the roof is open. The plan for this year is to put some kind of opaque plastic roofing material on the existing structure to close it in a bit. It now has an inside door for its outside, and it is weary of the misuse. That will be replaced, although still attractive in its disintegration.
It is amazing what one can incorporate in a small city backyard. The potting shed is not the only roofed structure in this one. The second one is near the house, separated from the house proper by brick pavement, hand set. Below is a picture from the kitchen, looking out to the screened structure to gauge the distance.
You can see a bit of the screened building over the hydrangeas and the purple bottle collection. It has a tin roof, and houses a table for outdoor eating. Right now, it has cat bones in it waiting for reconstruction.
Above is the back of the screened building from the garden. It has a weathered tin roof, and the climber on the screens turns red in the fall. Japanese climbing fern is on the arch in the foreground.
Wait! I just thought about a great idea for my garden here…