For the past few weeks, I've been on a home decorating kick. Nothing major, mind you: lampshades (they get really ugly after 25 years), blankets, new sofas for the room Dan redid last fall. Well, when driving home from the furniture store, my dearly beloved spotted a sign for concrete statues. So we called them. Turns out that right here in little old Scranton, PA, there's a fourth generation caster of concrete garden statues. Of course, we had to buy some. His prices are insanely good: $700 for all of this:
2 lions for the front porch, with 6" high bases:
This base, pedestal and urn:
My artsy daughter was here last weekend, after we dropped off Ryan, to keep us company, and she planted Catmint, "Jeepers Creepers" and something else, the name of which escapes me.
We'll check in again in a month or so to see if the plants grow or not.
Happy Garden Tuesday, everyone!