"Do you remember that evening we first met, Diana,
and ‘swore’ eternal friendship in your garden?"
~ Anne of Avonlea
For years I've had a spot of dirt that was aching to be loved by something other than weeds and the offending dog. I decided that I would channel my inner gardener and create an herb garden. After spending all of my money on necessities like irrigation, mulch, plants, and cute gardening gloves, I stood back to admire my work.
Instead of savoring the aromas of lemon thyme and pineapple sage that wafted from my garden, I frowned. What my little spot of paradise needed was a set of lovely garden markers, but my budget was gone. As they say, necessity is the mother of invention. I looked around at the pile of stones I had pulled from the garden and thought how perfect they would look in my garden with a little facelift. (Then again, the same could be said of me . . . )
First, I took some acrylic paint and gave two coats to each rock.
Then, with sharpie in hand, I simply wrote the names of each of my herbs on each rock and embellished it a bit.
I nestled my little markers in the garden dirt, and neither the rocks nor I have ever been happier.