Writing yesterday's post about the gate my dad built and the memories I had surrounding the times I spent watching my dad create things made me wonder if my dad knew how I felt about those time. How very special those times were to me. So I called my parents and told my dad he needed to log on to his computer and take a peek at my blog.
Naturally his answer was, "Look at what?" And the next thing my dad knew he had entered the blogoshpere. So here is a post dedicated to my dad.
My dad knows exactly where to place things in the yard. He is the vingette master, and he probably has no idea what a vignette is, he does it with just natural talent.
He was re-purposing things long before it was the fashionable-green thing to do. The gate is made of salvaged lengths of pipe in various sizes and the hinges for this one of a kind gate were fashioned from the climbing spikes on telephone poles.
He is the only man I know with his own Backyard Redwood Grove. Look closely and you will see the quaint black metal park bench hidden beneath these giant trees.
He created realistic water features long before HGTV had entire shows revolve around the subject.
And this is Tippie, Dad's new rat control project and all around good companion.
Dad is doing is his part to reduce unwanted animals in his area by adopting Tippie from the local animal shelter.
My dad is truly a Renaissance Man.
I will try to show more pictures of my dad's yard next time I visit the folks. And maybe I can snap a few shots of the wonderful food my stepmother can cook up and dedicate a post to her as well.
