My husband, Tim, is a man of profound intellect and sound opinions, but that doesn’t mean we always agree.
When I asked him just minutes ago to help me move a treasure purchased yesterday at the Charlotte Metrolina Antique & Vintage Market, from the car to the new porch, where I intend to hang it on the brick wall, he said it is “a piece of trash and waste of money.” Period. And even now, as I race to appeal for help, I know he is plotting its disappearance while I’m away next week for a meeting in Washington, DC.
Au contraire, mon amour! This gate is a work of art and an authentic prize. Snapped from a load of run-of-the-mill iron work salvaged from southern Alabama, it is likely to be from the mecca of gardening, New Orleans, or at the very least, a home and garden of rare merit and beauty.
Look at the turned spindles, the carefully formed circles and curlicues, and the sweet flower-formed medallions. Consider its meticulous soldering and joinery, and age-old patina. It’s a gate as mysterious as Mona Lisa, as delicious as forbidden fruit.
Garden lovers, unite! If you have anything good to say about this gem, do so now.
Save the gate!