I just discovered something today. You see this? These are two “bushes” on the front of my house. Which I just bought last February. And I haven’t had time to relandscape yet.
I say “bushes” because, friends, those “bushes?” Are FAKE. As in, not real. Artificial. Some might call them, “silk.” Only they’re plastic. They are NASCAR bushes. Embedded in the klassy white rock there. And made to look more “natural” (ahem) by the inclusion of a red plastic cardinal on a stick near the one on the right, there. Ah nature. I got me a real By-God oasis up in here. I can’t believe I’ve let this go for six months. I guess I at least don’t have to worry about removing the stumps when I dig them out but still. Y’ALL. Who the hell plants FAKE BUSHES?! In the front yard, no less!! (like it would be okay if they were in the back) Sigh. Part of me wants to blow off the work part of working-from-home today and go out there and pull them out. But the other part of me is so horrimused by this that a tiny part of me wants to leave them for yuks.
No. No I don’t.
Dude! I wish we’d seen them when we were there. Hee hee. If it’s any consolation, I have a few neighbors that have placed fake flowers in their yard and/or planters. You can be klassy anywhere!
You know what would totally round out the awesomeness of your outdoor space? A whirligig. Not those Amish-y wooden ones, but a big yellow plastic daisy where the petals whip around at roughly the same velocity as the blades of an oscillating fan. And a plastic birdbath.
Loves it!
Sweet. Stuff you don’t have to water or feed (i.e. fake bird). But why don’t they have leaves? It’s summa-time.