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WHAT I DID TO MY BACKYARD


1998 - or thereabouts

It was inevitable  I suppose, that, with the amount of time I'd spent on my Norman Lindsay web pages, it would end up affecting my mind and I guess I now have yet another disorder - Norman Lindsay Syndrome!

So, how do I survive not being able to visit the sanctuary of  Norman's pool when I feel the urgent need to be there?  I've created my own! Springwood Sanctuary. Well, not quite as grand as Norman's, but it works for me!

Being physically impossible for me to visit the property every day,  I found myself in my own backyard, sometimes as late as midnight, creating my own private Springwood, as best I could anyway with my limited "acreage" and cement statuary.  Its far from finished but it is well on the way to being my very own bacchanalian world, so when the need arises I can just step outside the backdoor and there it is, awaiting me. 

Below is a picture of what I had to start with - your average suburban, fenced off, pool yard. As you can see there is a bit  to be done. 

 

 

Charming! such ambience!!
The pool, as it was, boring

With the inspiration of Norman Lindsay, and a fair amount of time and effort, it now looks like this.  Well, a tiny bit of graphic enhancing perhaps, but it is pretty much looking this way now, January 2000. Except for the text, that's not really there!! Click for larger image

My own Springwood Sanctuary - click for larger image

So jump on in and see how it all came to be...
 

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In the beginning...
Venus
Jezebel
Roses bloom on Venus
The White Wisteria (new)
The first statue - Lucy
Lily
Christmas
The Gazebo and me with my new bench
Cassandra
Cleopatra and Diana
Mike Rubbo, artist, paints the pool's portrait
The Girl with the jugs