No I'm not getting married, unless being married to my garden counts, but if nature could teach us one thing, it would be how to renew.
I often catch myself saying the phrase -'I could plant something in that'- My love for containerised planting results in me always on the look out for unique objects I can plant up, and today, at our local market, was no disappointment.
Previously used as to collect eggs, this lovely tin bucket was the first thing to catch my eye.
My final find was these little tin milk buckets.
Now, if there were two things that didn't go hand in hand it would be me and bedding plants, but reluctant to let my winter garden be a sad one this year (I have been re-landscaping my garden over the summer and haven't been prepared for permanent winter colour this year) I have succumbed to the bedding brigade and planted out some multicoloured winter pansies, and I'm pleased I did.
In my white bucket I have planted a single daffodil bulb for the spring and kept the other two and the egg bucket for winter interest with a little help from a rouge Dryopteris-fern-I had in sited a lonely spot in the garden and a rusted chicken my mum absolutely adores.
Fortunately my love for terracotta pots over rides my usual disapproval of bedding plants.
There's great satisfaction in giving a new purpose in life for reclaimed objects, they have a story and a tale to tell. Allowing something old in life to home a new life... there is something quite philosophical in that.
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