This morning we went to the flea market... little did we know that we would come home with some bizarre additions to the garden.

It seems that we have (uncharacteristically) entered the realm of owning garden ornaments: a vintage cast-iron rabbit with a bad paint job and a creepy concrete gnome with a drinking problem.

And of course a wonderfully strange plant to top things off.

Most often a trip to the flea market means coming home empty handed and disappointed at all the junk out there, but I must say that this weekend's trip was quite rewarding.