I love my wrought iron garden stakes. They are a constant in the ever changing tides of color that ebb and flow through the flower beds that frame my back yard. When song birds first whisper and then crescendo into a orchestra’s worth of counterpointed warbles and spring emerges as if conjured up with a melodic incantation by those winged magicians, my wrought iron garden stakes stand tall, ready to greet the first bulb plants willing to brave the cold and daring enough to splash color on drab winter beds.