Sticks mounted in a footed container with moss and stones in an elegant setting.
Awesome! A plant would do nicely in this spot but why not a mass of twigs that don't have to be tended. Imaginative and carefree.
In my own world I have a fantastic scrap - a fallen twiggy branch - mounted on the rail near my bird feeder on Pontifical.s Porch.
Birds love it and use it as a way station to take turns at the feeder. Small birds like Carolina wrens, black capped chickadees, a few orioles and the little sparrows who have God's eye have all enjoyed the easy access from twig to feeder. They are polite and take turns. No matter how hard I tried with the photo, the twig always looked ghostly because it is weathered. It is fastened to the railing with flexible lengths of vine. If I were staging, I would pressure wash the rail, fill the bird feeder and trim the hedge. The hedge will get its fall haircut later this month.
Another of my sticks..
This one is in the corner of my living room. The container is a Billy Ray Hussey jug. The prints are of antique tapestry, lacework and ribbon fragments. The chair is an authentic antique as is the table. In a later post I will share how I use the antique English chest just peeking in on the right.
Sticks are in. Inside and outside.