“At each end of this lovely little wall were two brick pillars. They stood there, perfectly poised, exactly the right height, exactly the right width. But in spite of their architectural rightness they were wrong, or rather, they were incomplete. They had obviously been built to hold something – carved pineapples, or stone balls, or…or…or Urns.
It was when the word Urns came into my head that the garden was born” – Beverly Nichols
Lacking a lovely wall or even just the brick pillars…. I have finials, two sets. One, a basket of flowers….
FINIALS – IN – WAITING!
“Surely – in all matters appertaining to elegance – the most important thing to do first is the last thing?” – Beverly Nichols
We think alike.