Remember those smooth, round boulders and pebbles we all had in our gardens a few years back, most of them no doubt prescribed by some transient landscape designer? There were a lot of agaves and dracaena dracos around at the same time, a bit of a "landscape fixture" as I recall, well-rooted in the late-90s.
Somehow the small collection that once adorned part of our front garden has slowly migrated around the property so that they are now drainage in the herb garden down the back, such is the waxing and waning of landscape preferences.
Over the years, somewhere between the trophy front garden (which, I might add, it is not) and the moveable feast that is our "kitchen" garden, these boulders and pebbles have been used in all manner of innovative child-friendly games (such as stone-throwing and homemade petanque) to more practical applications, such as a gate stop or a bookend.
So lowly are these pebbles now regarded as a landscape feature in our garden it was no surprise to find them brought inside one weekend as part of an "art lesson" devised and directed by an 8-year-old dying to become just like her favourite teacher at school.
"Now what we're going to do today," she intoned in a melodic, sing-song kind-of-way "is wash the stones under the tap, and then you get the paints out and then ...". I'm sure you're getting the drift by now. To my great shame I rolled my eyes (when she wasn't looking, of course) and stifled a giggle. Craft snob that it appears I am, I found the idea of painted stones simply undo-able. But for her sake (and clearly feeling a little guilty by this point) I sucked it up and got "on task" with the stones.