According to Oscar Wilde, "It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information," and, with that in mind, my blog post today is designed to right that wrong, and to provide you, dear reader, with what might be some useless information, as I may have done in some of my previous posts, in the guise of having you think you could apply it to your own endeavors. For example, both this past April 2011 and December 2010, in blog entries which you may refer to by clicking here and here respectively, I shared with you some thoughts and images on how I enhanced my indoor succulent garden.
This little garden, as you may recall, is a little garden which "rests" on humidity trays that have been placed a-top of an old (two-hundred plus years) armoire that I have under a cold/warm lighting system in my kitchenette. I maintain this succulent garden with great care as I do with my outdoor terrace garden.In any event, upon reflection of the aforementioned April 2011 and December 2010 blog posts, I wonder, what made me think that my ideas for enhancing my succulent garden would spur you on, dear reader, to add trinkets to your succulent garden? Do I have any real business in presuming what you may or may not want to do with your gardening projects? What makes me an authority in the area of indoor succulent gardens, other than the fact that I like them, and that I am wise enough to know that if I like something, there are others that like it too, and that I also realize that if I appreciate the sharing of ideas, others most likely do as well?
Having clarified this point brings me to the first two photographs posted at top of today's blog entry, which are views of my indoor succulent garden with a fairly new trinket arrival — a miniature sculpture of a bathing beauty in a 1920's style bathing suit — shown at two different vantage points in my succulent garden. It is a nice trinket to have, and to use to decorate my terrace garden during a non-traditional holiday time, and so I share this admittedly non-prolific and possibly "useless piece of information" with you, dear reader, in case you find yourself in the position of wondering what to do if you have an indoor miniature garden and are fond of decorating it — but cannot find any useful information on the subject.
This unusual trinket was purchased (and I assume that all beach towns have gift shops that sell unique trinkets) and given to me by a dear friend, who contributed a photograph for one of my blog posts this past winter, that you may refer to by clicking here. Like yours truly, my friend's husband also maintains a succulent garden, and when I was with her in the beach gift shop and saw this unique figurine/trinket, I pointed out to her that he might enjoy a figurine for his project — an endeavor that I wrote about earlier this year (you may refer to this by clicking here) — and she ultimately bought it for me as an early birthday gift.
However, while it is a blessing for me to have such a wonderful and thoughtful friend, and while my succulents are enjoying the new figurine, what use is this information to you, my dear reader? Hopefully, it will not only inspire you with your own endeavors, but it will also cause you to reflect on friendships which are meaningful to you. Meanwhile, fear not, if you are only looking for concrete-useful style information: Beach towns with boardwalks, although they often have an array of shops, also have signs that direct beach-goers with 'useful information' as indicated in the photograph posted below.
Then again, in keeping with my intent to right the wrong described in Oscar Wilde's quote about there being "so little useless information" — an intent laid out at the onset of this post with a "promise" to provide useless information, did you know, dear reader, that today, July the 15th, is Cow Appreciation Day? Well, at least according to Holiday Insights, today's the day, (source information found here), and, if I were a better marketer, I would have directed you, dear reader, to this fact, in an effort to "steer" you towards my photographic print Cow With Children, which can be viewed along with my other original photographic prints via the extensive print collection pages of my web-site, Patricia Youngquist Photo-Art where purchase information is available.
My photographic print, Cow With Children, has also been rendered into an impressionistic, all occasion greeting card, which can be viewed via the unique store-front pages, of my web-site, where purchase information is available.
The image, Cow With Children, may look familiar to you, dear reader, as I featured it in a post (you may refer to this by clicking here), about a prominent cheese-maker couple who run Bobloink Dairy. The owners surely appreciate cows and the dairy products made possible by these animals, as well as the endearing role cows play with autistic children; however, I am not certain if the fact that today is Cow Appreciation Day has crossed their minds, for they are busy with their lives, bringing to my mind, another Oscar Wilde quote, "Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event." This quote causes me to think that Oscar Wilde himself, while lamenting the fact that he could no longer find very much useless information in his day (evident by his quote about information which provided the title for today's blog entry), need only have looked to a calendar to provide him with that apparent loss — since there were no blogs at that time to give him the much needed useless information which he craved. (-;
With that thought, dear reader, I will leave you with two more Oscar Wilde quotes, because, even though he was born 99 years and 2 months before yours truly was, and he died at the beginning of the twentieth century, the same year my grandmother was born, his quotes are still prolific today; and without further ado, even though I set out to provide you with useless information, I have broken my promise by ending with the following inspiring and useful quotes from Oscar Wilde.