Archive for August 5th, 2007

Jewels in the garden

I was out at my friend Doug’s place this morning.   He makes beautiful jewelry and we are discussing the design of a ring he will make for me.   I want it  to set off the diamond from the engagement ring that my first husband gave me lo these many years ago.

I still remember the conversation I had with him back when we were planning out an earring and pendant set he made for me in tourmaline.   I made the error of referring to him as a “jeweler” during the course of our conversation.   Up until that time, I had been unaware that the term was really a pejorative ethnic slur.   He looked up at me sharply, and this normally very gentle man snarled, “Don’t call me that!”

Surprised, I sort of rocked back, and said, “I don’t mean to insult my friends, ever.  What do you call yourself, then?”

“I am a goldsmith,” he replied.

“Okay, you are a goldsmith.”   I sat there a thought about it for a minute, and I realized that  there was a gap in my education.   “So, educate me here, Doug.  You’ll have to forgive me because I’m afraid I’m not sure what the difference is.”

He looked up from where he was sorting tiny faceted sapphires.  “Jewelers sell mass produced stuff.   They have settings and stones, you pick one from column A and one from column B and they put the parts together.   Jewelers are like used car salesmen.   I am a creative artist in gold, a goldsmith.”

Makes sense to me, I NEVER use the “j” word in his presence or to refer to him.   After all, I want him to make that ring for me.

Anyway, after we finished our design consultation, we went out to admire his garden.


I like this style of vegetable garden, with the front border or zinnias, marigolds, corn flowers, morning glories.  In the back of the garden, behind the tomatoes, beans, okra and squashes, there are sunflowers that are 12 feet tall, quite amazing.

But what caught my eye was the winged jewels that were adorning the flower border.   I immediately regretted not having my camera with me, but Doug generously loaned me his, and I spent a happy half hour and took about 60 pictures.   Here are some of the best of those.






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