One of our neighbor's has a really great concrete goose in their front yard-- she? he? (there's some discussion around here about the gender of the beast) changes clothes to mark changes in the weather, super-special sporting events, or to celebrate the holidays. We visit the goose a lot.
And then a few months ago, something beautiful appeared next to the goose. Wrapped in white lights, adorned with blue glass bottles-- it was lovely. And then another appeared. And then one next door. And another down the street-- and another, and another, until we started to feel like the only kids not sitting at the cool lunch table. Because that's what being the only folks in Westerwood without a bottle tree feels like.
And so we bought one.
The little keyhole in my perennial garden looks like it was made for it-- and it balances out our Jake art on the other side of the yard so well.
Best part-- 100% of proceeds go to support the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation.