At the 30th Birthday where the marrow dip platter made its grand entrance (though its exit is as yet unknown, i never saw it later in the night) there was one of the best gifts given that i've witnessed in a long time.
Still in its 1970s-esque box was a Magic Garden, this miniature crystal set wherein the garden grows before your eyes. The first attempt to decipher the instructions were met with some confusion and a battering by the wind. The second attempt, held inside the country homestead was much more successful and the magic garden grew and grew throughout the night.
I popped back in sporadically, taking photos when I remembered (campfires, Moet, and citrus vodka don't aid the memory so well). These few shots were the best i could manage to witness its progress.
Such a lovely present, so kitsch yet fun, it kept us late-twenty-somethings (and the birthday 30 year old) mesmerised.
So the question remains - where is a garden not a garden? Is it a garden when there are no flowers? Or is a garden something which mystifies and mesmerises its audience? Or is this just an ersatz Mt Fuji in 'bloom'?