Protection From Demons

Oops, sorry!  That title should read Protection, From Demons.  When the glaciers marched into and out of this region ages ago, they dug up and left behind a lot of stone.  This is one of the most geologically varied areas in the world.  When we moved here, I hired a separate van to move 3000 pounds of rocks that we’d obtained over the years, to be used for landscaping and garden accents, quartz, marble, sandstone, agate and shale, often with fossils in it.

Over the years, we have also purchased a variety of garden figures.  Not silly little gnomes, these guys have some character, like the characters who own them.

Igor 2       Igor

This is Igor.  He came to us blind, because he had one eye closed, and the other one missing.  We provided him with a blood-red marble to see with.  He spent years beneath the wife’s magnolia bush, which didn’t do well in sandy soil near the river, when we lived on the other side of town, but has grown and branched and bloomed in the clay-ey soil here.

a New Magnolia

The first photo shows the small, but blooming plant 15 years ago, before we moved.

Bare Magnolia TreeThe next shot is the same shrub, transplanted, after we moved, 12 years ago.  Not much more than a stick, we didn’t hold much hope for it.  You can see a couple of the accent stones we brought along.

 

Magnolia [2] 2009The blooming shot is from five years ago.  It blooms in the spring before it leafs out.  The last pic is from the same spot as shot number 2, giving some idea of how it continues to grow.  It’s a shrub magnolia, not the tree variety, but 14/15 feet tall.  We get some re-blooming, especially on the sunny top, mid-July/Aug.

Magnolia 1, 2013

 

Igor bade goodbye to years of Halloween trick-or-treaters.  He’s an anorexic 7.5 pounds of fibreglass and resin, easily talked into walking down the street with a teenager, like a three-pound pottery angel which disappeared off a flower table on the front porch.  Or maybe she was just embarrassed by the company she was forced to keep, and flew away.

Goliath [1]Goliath

When we had the chance to adopt Goliath, we gave him a Moonstone evil-eye – and Igor’s spot under the magnolia.  Goliath is 75 pounds of pure concrete, promising a hernia or broken foot to any potential thief.  Igor moved to the back deck.

Go Away

Go Away (front)

Back on the deck, he moved in with “Go Away”, my personal mascot.  I was going to use his photo as my gravatar, but decided on something a little more welcoming.  There are (un)welcome mats which also read Go Away, but it’s cheaper just to ignore the doorbell.  Back beside Go Away, is the wife’s final word to her flowers, “Grow Dammit”.  Seems to be working.

GrowDamnIt

They are watched over by Winged Victory, who can’t fly off the fencepost because of a six-inch spike up his little fiberglass ass.  He was the painted display model and the last of his discontinued line that we brought home from a Mediaeval Faire.  He is a grotesque, because only waterspouts are correctly named gargoyles.

Fence Boy [1]Winged Victory

Continuing in the son’s hear-no-evil, etc. theme, are the matched set of concrete goblins which he purchased.  I managed to set them out in the correct order.  The child whose head is full of even more useless trivia than mine, says their Japanese names are Mizaru, Mazaru, and Mikazaru.  Some sets include, “Do No Evil”, with the hands over his crotch.  As well, there’s the vertical, resin, green and white frog-set version.  He has others, indoors.

See No, Hear No, Speech No 1 Froggies

Back around at the front, keeping intruders out of the washroom window are two of three concrete goblin-lions.  They’ve been out there 24/7/365 since we bought them.  Sadly, the third must have had a crack, and this spring, freezing split it into three unequal pieces.  For backup, they hang out with a demented Sesame Street-like character the grandson formed in pottery class in grade eight.

                          Window Sill Grotesques [2]

If anyone manages to get through the window, without upsetting the goblins, or our cats, they are not welcomed inside by Hellboy’s younger brother, Redboy.

Red BoyLurking near the door, waiting to trip up unsuspecting Jehovah’s Witnesses, kids selling school chocolate, and other ne’er-do-wells, is The Thinker, looking like he just climbed down off an Aztec sacrificial pyramid after ingesting a bit too much peyote, and thinking about who he’ll have for lunch.

Porch Thinker [1]Thinker

Providing a stumbling block in front of a three-tier brass plant-stand and the aforementioned plant table, at the end of the porch, is Todd The Toad.  While not much for rending undesirables limb from limb, after the rest of the Wrecking Crew do their number, he eats up any incriminating DNA evidence.  He hopped home with us all the way from the three-ended bridge in Zanesville, Ohio.

Toad

Tod the Toad [1]Having written about a Yankee transplant in Kentucky whose God-fearing neighbors wanted him burned at the stake for having two little concrete demons out at the end of his driveway, it occurred to me to wonder what the neighbors thought of our unusual “pets.”  One weekend, when the neighbor-lady’s father was visiting from Buffalo, I asked if they were offended or worried in any way.

Logical thinkers, they had no problems.  The dad asked, though, “Shouldn’t they be facing outwards?”  He don’t know us very well, do he?  On the wall, just inside the front door, is a small parchment which reads, “Remember, as far as anyone knows, we’re just a nice normal family.”  They’re there to protect the rest of the neighborhood from us!

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20 thoughts on “Protection From Demons

  1. Rincewind says:

    Wow am so jealous of your gargoyle family.

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  2. BrainRants says:

    Impressive collection. Yours trumps the collection of frogs that came here with Mom. I have to rely on myself for protection.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I thought some sunny summer photos in the middle of February might warm us up a bit. How many frogs does Mom have? And what material? Concrete? Plastic? Resin? I’d rely on you for protection, with only a little bit of help from the House of Beretta. 😉

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      • BrainRants says:

        I’d never rely on a foreign-made handgun, if I had to rely on a handgun. Long rifles shoot straight and true at a distance. Handguns are for mafia hits to the head at zero range. As for frogs: more than I can count, made of resin, concrete, plaster and alien splooge.

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      • BrainRants says:

        Handgun choice: S&W or Colt. Caliber > .40. Stopping power is sort of important.

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      • Archon's Den says:

        Good choices! The damned little M9 is equal to about .32 caliber. Serious shooters want to go to 10 MM. .40 Cal’s got a bit more punch. I think the M9 has nice lines, but it’s a ladies’ gun. Colt’s 1911A1 has a masculine look – and the.45 cal. stopping power of a brick. Your M9 is made in the States, Maryland, I believe.

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  3. whiteladyinthehood says:

    I like the Thinker! He looks like a cross between a monster, gargoyle and the creature from the black lagoon! (I collect frogs, chickens and roosters – lol)

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    • Archon's Den says:

      He was a find, and a gift, from Shimoniac. He’s odd in a different direction from most of our “pets.” Are yours lawn ornaments, or inside decorations? 😕

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      • whiteladyinthehood says:

        I like him!
        Frogs are in the backyard and the fowl is in the kitchen spreading into the dining room…but ya know I’ve never thought about chicken lawn ornaments….you may have given me an idea! I do have a crazy looking chicken in a potted plant. (when the breeze blows, he flaps his wings!!)

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      • Archon's Den says:

        Flaps like a bird? Or a pinwheel type?? Either way, Granma would love to see it. Any chance you could post a pic? 😕 🙂

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  4. 1jaded1 says:

    Love it! Go Redboy.

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  5. sarahalison27 says:

    I’ve got my gargoyle’s at the front door and a mix of frogs and statues in my garden – lovely to see your fine collection 🙂

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Thanx for visiting. Glad you enjoyed them, as a fellow connoisseur. They’re really all the wife’s. As a typical guy, I’d pave the yard and paint it green, but she likes to garden. Stop by again.

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  6. Kayjai says:

    Damn! I’m gonna have to find a great cement winged gremlin to stand guard on my front porch…or just go with the zombie gnomes…I’ll see what I can do come spring time. I like your collection…

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    • Archon's Den says:

      This isn’t going to be a contest, like Year’s Top Commenter, is it?? I’m done. You go, girl! I look forward to spring shots of your place, surrounded by zombie(?) gnomes. I look forward to spring! 😦

      Met a gal at a funeral yesterday, talked so fast, even LadyRyl couldn’t keep up. I asked, “Down East?” “Yes b’y, Mount Scio! Ya can’t make turkey stuffin’ wi’tout Newfie sage.”

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  7. benzeknees says:

    I’d go nuts with all those little goblins around!

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