Garden Accents

Garden accents can be a great way to have fun in your garden and personalize your landscape. Here are some tips to help you enjoy your outdoor space while tapping into your creative side.

Accents can be any type of artistic touch. Some people use gazing balls. Others distribute statues, gnomes, wind chimes, and birdfeeders throughout their yards and gardens. A garden accent can be virtually anything — just be sure it can hold up in stormy weather.

Night lights are another way to showcase your landscape. They can show off the unique branching structure of a Live Oak or highlight a delicate Japanese Maple. The shadows they generate on a hardscape at night create an inviting atmosphere for sitting outside and enjoying the stars.

The City of Aiken, South Carolina, recently refurbished an iconic fountain in the middle of downtown. The fountain is dedicated to Thomas Redman Morgan, who was mayor of Aiken from 1899-1900. It depicts a boy and girl standing in the rain holding an umbrella. The fountain has been very popular — it appears in numerous photographs and postcards that showcase Aiken.

Brookgreen Gardens, on the coast in Murrells Inlet, is well known for its lavish display of statues and fountains among the wide assortment of flowers, plants, and trees within the botanical garden.

Gardens are a great way to express yourself. Accents that complement the design, and that are attractive year-round, will inspire you to keep nurturing and adding to your landscape.

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The Morgan Circle Fountain. Photo courtesy of the City of Aiken.

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