Garden Junk JuJu

Whenever I see frogs, I’m reminded of Emily Dickinson and another short poem I memorized in high school:

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Naturally, I decided my back porch needed some contemplative frogs in honor of Emily Dickinson and how cute they are.

Emily sits at left near the petunias.

But pictured above and located on the right side of my back porch is Dick. … Short for Dickinson.

In this photo, Dick appears to be supervising the zinnias, a job he’s done well as they’ve grown out overnight.

MiracleGrow might have something to do with it, but you never know.

I hope my dog doesn’t knock off Emily and Dick. Also, Robert didn’t seem as charmed by them as I was. He doesn’t understand the power of Garden Junk JuJu.

Garden Junk JuJu is like Feng Shui, only Southern.

It’s having just the right mix of statuary, “Bless my Garden” rocks, windchimes and such up amongst your flowers. I’m building my Garden Junk JuJu slowly.

Beyond the container gardens on the deck, I’ve added a red glass hummingbird feeder hanging on a sheperd’s hook and a tiny bed of half-dead irises given to me by a girl at work.

A water feature is most necessary. A pool would be a dream come true, but I know we don’t have money for a pool.

So, I’ll make believe with a cheap fountain maybe, or just a bird bath.

For the front yard I have decided to get a gazing ball. You just know somebody with a gazing ball in their front yard is going to be interesting, know what I mean?

Anyway, slowly growin’. Slowly.

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