Saturday, March 26, 2011
The Romantic Bench
There's something contemplative and just a little lonely about the solitary bench. Seeing them perched on waterfronts or along walking paths, I always think of them as seating for brain resting more than leg resting. When I saw this lovely photo of a bench at sunset (or is that sunrise), I knew I'd found a home for my splatterd bench, "Rosemaritaville". She's been tucked away all winter, but now is her time to shine....in the sun....on the waterfront. Who'll rest there first I wonder? Feline or fowl?