There is a delicate balance in being a renter, reminiscent of walking this life. There must be equal footing in the temporal and the other. As a renter, it is important to establish roots, careful to remember some roots are painful, if not impossible, to uproot. This reality drives the constant discrimination between potted plants and those firmly rooted in the ground. For my side yard, I was given a blank space, with mulch only being added a little under a year ago. I decided I would add that which I could take with me (whenever that may be). I started with pots to flank the center of the structure and over-sized irises which I’ve newly discovered (happy as clams). Then, came the inevitable waiting for the right garden table. On a whim, I visited the lovely Virginia of Chinoiserie Antiques in Fort Meade. Chinoiserie Antiques = Destination. I visited for the good company and beautiful store and came home with the table I couldn’t before describe but knew I’d recognize. I am excited by the extension of my garden. It broadens the project which is my ‘front lawn,’ giving me more to piddle with.
The table is zinc with a wonderful patina. Zinc does not rust, rather, it corrodes. Which, in this case, given its days, has produced the most pleasing olive hue.
The Weekend Design 
