There’s just something so welcoming about a garden gate. Whenever I am out and about I always pay attention to them.
I love the anticipation of what lies behind. . .
It’s early yet, but soon a garden full of roses will be blooming beyond my garden gate.
My Weeping Crabapple tree greets all those who enter with gorgeous pink blossoms.
I found this sweet little stake at my hairdressers gift shop when I went in for a trim last week. The little pouch is filled with papers.
As you enter the garden you’ll see a bit of color from early bloomers.
Perennials are trailing along the rock wall.
A new found rock mushroom sits at the edge of our pondless waterfall.
We have two garden gates. One on each side of our home. They are iron and I like how they made each one just a little different. One has three metal leaves and the other has five.
I also love garden gates as yard art. This one has been sprayed green and has a large corrugated tin flower hanging on it.
Sometimes garden gates make their way indoors. I bought this one from my sister. Her husband said he remembered it hanging at his grandparents home.
High on top of a cabinet in my entry the paper birdhouses I made a few years ago hang on branches. It gives the feeling that their hanging in a tree.
A large funnel serves as a trunk.
Whenever I see a unique garden gate my mind conjures up all kinds of images of what lies behind.
Don’t you love garden gates?
I will be sharing with these lovely parties: