Do you have a bell or, maybe, chimes in your garden?  I don’t mean the clanging brass dinner bell, calling everyone to supper, but the delicate bells and hollow tubes that sing in the breeze.

I have my favorites, that I put away before snowfall and bring out in the spring. My brother, a fellow gardening enthusiast, gave me two of these.

One is on its own matching pole, made of metal crafted to look like a bent tree branch embraced by a twining vine. It has a little bird attached to the top of the crook, and it makes me smile every time I see it. I put it in the front garden, ready to greet anyone who wanders up the drive.

The other is a more traditional bell. It has a green finish, and hangs from a hollowed out copper star, encasing a small, silver gazing ball. It…