Poor Woman’s Garden Gazing Ball

Italian Water Bottles from Hotel Lincoln

While I was writing my dissertation proposal, Mother accompanied me to Ruidoso, New Mexico for a working road trip. I wrote in the mornings while she slept in, then we’d have lunch in town and shop a little before I went back to writing. One morning we drove over to Capitan, a near-by town and ate brunch at the Hotel Lincoln, which was not a hotel at all but a restaurant. We ordered bottle water and they brought it in the tear drop shaped blue bottles from Acqua della Madonna in Italy. Mother thought they were pretty and she had never seen them before. We took them home with us, and they sat on her buffet from 1997 until 2018. I picked them up on impulse as she had gone into assisted living and we were beginning to clear out the house and I thought they would likely be thrown away.

As I said in the post after I finished “the corner”, I had a plan. I decided to use the bottles to create a “poor woman’s garden gazing ball” display. The small rounded rocks are all from the creek at the farm where Mother grew up, except for the one that is 3rd from left. That one is from Daddy’s pasture along the small creek. I picked it up on one of my trips home while out in the pasture checking the rotted fence picket in the creek bed. If you have been reading along, you already know I treasure things that are symbolic–one of my favorite theories is symbolic interaction: one of the first I learned as a social worker. So the big rock is from Papa’s farm in the creek and all the small ones form part of the boundary. Dad’s rock is symbolic of his joining Mother and her family. In systems theory, one must have boundaries, but neither too open or too rigid. Too rigid and the system cannot exchange resources and will wither and die. Too open and there is no way to screen out things that are toxic or harmful. The rocks on the other side of the bottles (aka gazing balls) are from Grandma’s place where Daddy grew up.

It is sunny and clear today, and mid-40s, so I am about to head out and see how much I can get done today. I am certain Rando will step out at some point to repeat his question of yesterday:

What in **** are you doing now? 🤣

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17 Responses to Poor Woman’s Garden Gazing Ball

  1. Betty says:

    The blue bottles (gazing balls) are very pretty. It’s hard to believe they were water bottles. I like that your mother saved them and kept them for years. Nice symbolism, too. Who knows what else you will think up gazing at those pretty cobalt blue balls? Enjoy your day!

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thanks, Betty. As I sat outside today with a fire in the fire pit, I noted that the flames reflect on all three of the bottles, and you can see my outline shadow in the reflection. During the day, the sunlight shines through them giving a nice glow. I hope you had an enjoyable day, but I suspect from your frame of mind to choose happiness that you did, or figured out how to make it so. 🙂

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      • Betty says:

        It sounds like you have placed them in a perfect position. I still like how your mother saw beauty in the everyday and saved them. And now you are showcasing them and continuing your mother’s appreciation of them. Yes, I did have a good day. 🙂

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  2. I love your poor woman’s gazing balls. I’m going back to look at them again.

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  3. Beautiful color next to rocks. I have some symbolic interaction things in my yard too but did not know what to call them. I gather things that have meaning for me.

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    • Suzassippi says:

      That seems to trigger a memory of one of your posts from when I first began to follow you–I will have to check, but I want to say it had feathers related…and possibly wine and candles–two things we share in common as I recall.

      At its basic, symbolism is the meaning we attach to symbols, through words and descriptions, and when the meaning is shared, it becomes communication and language amongst us. Now I am certain that it is more than that as a symbolic interaction theorist (which I am not) could spend hours explaining; but you get the gist of it: meaning that is attached to things. For me, it is what helps make sense of things that otherwise might not. I love it!

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  4. socialbridge says:

    I just adore the blue bottles and their connections.

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  5. janebye says:

    I love this. I need to think more about symbols and their meaning in our lives. I am always drawn to your stories about family connections, friend connections, and found or rescued objects. xoxo

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thank you, Jane. I can thank Doris Thornton for my love of symbolic interactionism…well, along with 6 other theories! I always loved symbols even before that, but she did give me a greater understanding and appreciation for it. I am grateful for the connections I have made in life–all of them. They have taught me much.

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