The decorative plumb tree has beautiful blooms, but the fruit is the bane of most homeowners who are subjected to the profusion of sticky red bombs. Consequently I topped mine, but felt obligated to try to put the dead branches to another use. Also desirous of a modicum of privacy, I decided to line the back chain link fence. Now it simultaneously presents a barrier and a window. The casual passerby will look past the screen of twigs as they continue on their path, but the interested observer can easily peer through the tangle to the landscape beyond.
This is the second incarnation of Baby Guardian. Both originated from the defunct downtown Zim's, when they were liquidating the remaining stock some unsalable items were put out for free. Hence, Baby Guardian. The original was merely balanced on the top of the gate and was subject to all of the elements. Frequently the face would go missing, and I would find it off down the alley. After time the original Guardian had a fine patina of grime. One day the face and hands were missing, never to be seen again. The second is tied on with a discarded duct tape blindfold, with an added third eye evoking its origin. Hopefully the second protector is more diligent than the first.
The glass stump is a collection of detritus encountered in the vicinity, then concentrated for embellishment as opposed to detraction.
