wordless wednesday April 19, 2017April 19, 2017 ~ carin Discuss. Other (not always) wordless friends: Cheryl Andrews Allison Howard Barbara Lambert Allyson Latta Elizabeth Yeoman Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailMoreLinkedInPrintRedditTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
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Another collection under way! There’s something particularly ‘lost’ about a toilet on the curb … it performs such an unsung yet important function in the the smooth running of any home.
haha! Yes it does. Also, funny you should mention ‘another collection’… Tempting, but no. Despite its essential role it’s not nearly as much fun. But I do find it peculiar whenever I see them on the street. Wouldn’t you think people would have them taken away by whoever reno’d their loo or take it themselves to Habitat or even the mountain of thrones at the landfilll site… (stopped myself from saying dump in the nick of time). I mean who wants a litter box in front of their house? But then maybe I’m missing something. I have no head for design. (:
The reno fellow rang the doorbell the next morning apologizing that he’d had no room in the truck the day before. (There’s always a p.s. to the story?)
As for uses for a toilet on a city sidewalk: I used to walk down a street where someone had filled an abandoned toilet with earth and planted petunias. Lots of sunlight. Petunias didn’t mind.
Oh, I like the idea of petunias in porcelain. And guerilla horticulture! But I wonder if I were to plant some in the next toilet I see in front of someone’s house, would the owners of the toilet be charmed? Probably not. So the location of the orphaned toilet is important… Do you recall where the one you mention was located, I mean in what sort of a location?
I recall very well. It was on the street where I now live. In fact, it might even have played a small factor in my decision to live in the Pointe despite its reputation as a poor, slummy, inner-city neighbourhood. Poor, yes, but not without pride, a sense of humour, an aesthetic. Of course now, almost twenty years later, the neighbourhood has become so gentrified that no one would leave a toilet on the sidewalk. (Unless their reno fellow left it for pickup the next day.)
I know exactly what you mean about being drawn to the neighbourhood that plants flowers in a toilet. Oddly, this comes to mind: “If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.” (John Greenleaf Whittier)
Maybe not so oddly…
I appreciate Whittier’s words but am guessing that our Alpie ancestors would be grumbling from their graves at such impractical nonsense.
I’ve seen a couple of toilets planted as gardens too. I liked the rain washed effect of this one and I can just smell the wet earth and tarmac. And the splotches of red in the car and the sign. All go together very nicely!