My garden lady sits on an old chair that my dog Stew loved. After Stew died, I removed the chairs upholstry and stuffing, and plunked it, bare springs and wood frame, in my front garden.
In summer, neither chair nor lady are visible thanks to the profusion of ferns and day lilies. But as autumn falls, both emerge and little lady coyly flirts with passers by.
I believe she came from a box of your families treasures Randy.
My garden lady sits on an old chair that my dog Stew loved. After Stew died, I removed the chairs upholstry and stuffing, and plunked it, bare springs and wood frame, in my front garden.
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I believe she came from a box of your families treasures Randy.
Sue