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We’re still in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Nona and Papa scared the pants off me today. Here’s how it happened:
“You going in there?” I asked Nona and then said, “I don’t think so!”
Nona asked me,”Why not, Solbit? It’s the hidden garden that we found last night and couldn’t get in, but, now, this morning, we’ve found an open door. Don’t you want to see what’s in there?”
“No, way. It’s scary looking. Dragons might be in there,” I protested.
Papa jumped in to the conversation, saying, “We haven’t got all day. Solbit, even if ‘there be dragons’ in the garden, you’ll be ok.”
I interrupted him, “Yeah, like you’re going to stand between me and a sharp toothed dragon. Ha! I’m not counting on it.”
Papa replied, “No, Solbit, you don’t need me to protect you from the dragons, because these would be terra cotta dragons, if any dragons are in there.”
“What, I’m not supposed to be afraid of terra cotta dragons?” Solbit retorted.
“Right,” Papa replied, “because terra cotta means ‘baked earth.’ The only dragons you’ll see in there would be images made in baked brownish-orange clay. This hidden garden is a ‘show room’ for terra cotta sculpture. We’re at Baan Phor Liang Meun’s Terra Cotta Arts.”
“Oh, why didn’t you say that at the beginning? The worst we’ll see is some bad art and maybe we’ll see some masterpieces. Let’s go see the terra cotta garden!”
Here are some of the best pieces that we saw:
Nicalai, don’t you love those terra cotta images? I wish Nona and Papa had a place to live with a garden where we could put some of these pieces. If they lived somewhere, we would have bought a bunch of these to send home. Unfortunately, they don’t have a home; they just travel to strange places to meet new people and see new things. They barely have room for me in their luggage, much less a piece of terra cotta.
Hey, you have a home and a garden. Do you have any terra cotta pieces in your garden? Let me know, please. You can just email Nona; she’ll pass the message on to me.
Thanks. I’m your friend.
*You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
*You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”