The Lion Pot
A family favorite, found years ago in a shop long gone. I fell in love with the sleeping lion, iron stains and all - it had been stored under dripping pipes. It's just plaster, and you can see that years of acidic rain have taken their toll in spite of protective treatments. I have never been able to find another. The hole rotted through the bottom is actually beneficial, as it originally had no drainage at all, and I'd have to tilt it after a rainstorm to pour the water out. Every year it's filled with annuals, with alyssum or lobularia for fragrance.
First Daughter's Terribly Fancy Fibonacchi-petaled waterlily is blooming
and the unstoppable untidy Colorado.
This petunia, often sold as Starry Skies or Starry Night, is temperature-sensitive. Cooler nights and warmer days produce the white spots and patches. It's the only petunia I'm permitted. While working for a landscaper, First Daughter developed a passionate hate for petunias, except for this one. I had to persuade her that Calibrachoa is not just a tiny ninja petunia trying to sneak up on her.
Just to prove my choices aren't all blue and purple
It's been hard this year. A spring flu went thru the neighborhood, a really unpleasant one, leaving me desperately tired for a month and not particularly enthusiastic about doing anything since.
