I have to say that I am not a huge fan of gazing balls but we couldn't deny the magic that placed this new one in our lives. See, we live on a very, very steep hill, the kind of hill that marathon runners train on so when this bowling ball completely stopped and sat on our front steps we had to presume that it did all in its power to deny inertia and take heed to our welcome mat. It sat in the garden for months until one little 5 year old friend came to visit and was lost glittering and gluing in fairy heaven in the studio for hours. It wasn't long after that that the glitter spell overtook me and I pulled the ball out from the Wild Ginger and inside to the studio workbench. Forever more it will be our gazing ball sparkling light and gracing all greens that gather around.
Really if it were my choice I would rather have the reflection of water in my garden. Reflecting pools are one of the most beautiful and poetic mirrors. Here is the Taj Mahal in twice its beauty.
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