A temporary tree at best, it was stuck in a pole where my portable clothesline goes. In the way of the mower when grass puts out again and just not really to my liking.
So I moved the bottles to an improvised trellis where Red Cascade Roses bloom in summer.
The cedar uprights had stobs left where some of the bottles could be
placed. Others hang from the wire cages that held them on the original
An iron monkey hangs out here as well.
Rose buds are forming on the canes.
The bottles that hang free hold spirits that moan when the wind blows.
They were noisy this afternoon in the cool breeze.
Folk Art at its best.
Spread out, the bottles catch the light better.
What do you think?
Secrets of a Seedscatterer