before coming to this little hut draped in burlap and checkerboard. It’s the sign-in, of course.
Mr. Andersen has created a number of topiary courtyards. This one is complete with whiskey barrel planters, which makes me feel really good because our rental right now has a few in front so I feel better about having them in our yard.
No Scandinavian locale is complete without chopped wood.
or a bunch of roosters running around.
More of those whiskey barrels.
And here I spotted Mr. Tage Andersen. I didn’t have the guts to chat with him this time around for fear of turning into Superfan, which I had already established when I tracked him down in Copenhagen at his downtown studio.
And oh, the details! Nothing is basic. Stacked branches to hold the water barrels.
“I think it’s T double E double R double R double I double F double I double C, C, C”. What movie?
And now, we get to the palace doors.
Just a sculpture of a tree. NBD.
Ok, that’s all I’m going to leave you with for now. And the amazing part? It somehow gets better.