I tried it as a bird feeder, but the top wasn’t stable, and
somehow it kept tipping and chunks chipped off with every fall. My husband
suggested throwing the thing out and starting over, but it isn’t easy to throw
away a concrete birdbath, especially not one that was a gift from friends.
So I put the thing in the shed and hoped for inspiration. It
took another twenty years and an iron mermaid to give me the idea of how to
bring that broken birdbath out of storage.
I spotted the mermaid at a gardening store. Maybe the
nursery put some kind of pheromones on it, because my decision to buy was
instantaneous and irrevocable. I seldom buy garden knickknacks, but this lady insisted
on coming home with me. She was rusty and highlighted with such an appealing
shade of green that for a time I considered painting our rusticated house in those
exact colors.
For a while she perched in a nook of our arbutus tree. It
was an odd placement for a mermaid, but she seemed fine there. Over the months
I moved her here and there in the garden and brought her inside a few times to
see if she might like to live on the living room mantel.
Then one Sunday afternoon I took a nap, and when I awoke I
had a vision of using the birdbath for a planter. It seemed so obvious, I couldn’t
fathom why I hadn’t thought of it before.
But first I had to repair the broken top. I found a
leftover container of sticky filler glop I’d bought for a home repair job. It
might as well have been labeled “birdbath repair compound,” because it worked perfectly
to glue all the bits together.
I found a place in the garden, leveled the base, and then
for stability I put a big dollop of the sticky compound on the joint between the
base and the bowl. When it was firm, I mounded gravel, added soil, and planted donkey
tail sedum to drape all around.
So far so good, but the arrangement needed a finishing
touch, something for the top and center. Hmmm…what about the iron mermaid? She
would look lovely sitting atop her sea of sedum.
And so it came to pass.
And so it came to pass.
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