“History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.” - Mark Twain

Strange how these things get started. I was just thinking about building a gazebo and the next thing I know, I was out in the yard laying out the dimensions. I seem to go on autopilot when it comes to these projects. I think if I gave them too much thought, I’d probably talk myself out of starting them.

But it’s really starting to look like a gazebo, right?

Here’s the end result of the bottle tree project. The dayliles and echinecea I planted in front of it have bloomed.