when i was a kid, i had a fair amount of contempt for the mary, mary of quite contrary fame
roald dahl's take on it
oh, a beautiful blog all about balcony gardens,
i don't think i knew what contrary meant
the rhyme, with its "silver bells, cockle shells" made me think of prissy girls and shell-encrusted jewellery boxes
i saw two of her wors at the mca gallery in sydney
one was a sydney harbour bridge, not unlike this one
the other was truly beautiful, a sailing ship - i haven't been able to find any images of it
there was a shell-encrusted house around the corner from where i lived about 10 years ago, a view of the bay of naples painted under the eaves, and cement-stuck shells on the walls. beautiful in an art brut kind of way
which brings me back to mary and her contrary garden, with its silver bells and cockle shells
the other day i realised it suddenly reminded me of derek jarman's famous garden in dungeness
the joy of junk and found objects
the joy of junk and found objects
i like the idea of surprises in a garden jarman produced a place of wonder from the shale and driftwood, iron and flotsam
it is an inspiring place in an otherwise desolate landscape
a garden nearby has taken a rusty leaf from jarman's book, and produced something similiar
what i realised, is that ole contrary mary is an inventive thinker, an independent mind,
not be bloody-minded as ready to follow her own heart, mind and spirit
frankly cockle shells and silver bells in a garden is a wonderful idea
it is something rare and special to have an eye for beauty
here are some rare and beautiful things found in another garden of wonder and surprises
roald dahl's take on it
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
"I live with my brat in a high-rise flat
so how in the world would I know."
silly mary, not to take pleasure in the ordinary things...
and an indoor tree solution for those of us who can't grow & nurture nature
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