tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813901193345774787.post-2327078370743444882008-07-06T18:34:00.000-07:002008-07-06T19:37:07.652-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_sAGn8bVko/SHF9yn-OjgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/F4GQFG_JtF8/s1600-h/fleamarketgarden.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U_sAGn8bVko/SHF9yn-OjgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/F4GQFG_JtF8/s400/fleamarketgarden.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091751776030210" border="0" /></a><br />This morning we went to the <a href="http://www.pasadena.edu/fleamarket/">flea market</a>... little did we know that we would come home with some bizarre additions to the garden.<br /><br />It seems that we have (uncharacteristically) entered the realm of owning garden ornaments: a vintage cast-iron rabbit with a bad paint job and a creepy concrete gnome with a drinking problem.<br /><br />And of course a wonderfully strange plant to top things off.<br /><br />Most often a trip to the flea market means coming home empty handed and disappointed at all the junk out there, but I must say that this weekend's trip was quite rewarding.debi van zylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16704352460146766332noreply@blogger.com