"Garden Shoes", Friday, 20 June 2014@Fordwych Road
My neighbours in Fordwych Road, where I was living for some months, were advocates of environmentalism and believed in old shoes instead of pots as the best receptacles for flowers and plants.
The whole street was filled with innumerable shoes and colourful flowers. I always had such a pleasant journey walking home. I used to feel that I had entered a similar landscape to Le modèle rouge, by René Magritte (1935), inhabited by something as surreal as garden shoes.
In every little garden they created in the street, there was a plate saying: “Thank you...for respecting these lovely tree pit gardens planted and cared for by your neighbourhood community gardening volunteers. [email protected]; gardenfriendsnw2.blogspot.co.uk”
My neighbours in Fordwych Road, where I was living for some months, were advocates of environmentalism and believed in old shoes instead of pots as the best receptacles for flowers and plants.
The whole street was filled with innumerable shoes and colourful flowers. I always had such a pleasant journey walking home. I used to feel that I had entered a similar landscape to Le modèle rouge, by René Magritte (1935), inhabited by something as surreal as garden shoes.
In every little garden they created in the street, there was a plate saying: “Thank you...for respecting these lovely tree pit gardens planted and cared for by your neighbourhood community gardening volunteers. [email protected]; gardenfriendsnw2.blogspot.co.uk”
