plants, weak coffee, & copperheads

I am working on a garden update post, plus one about positive vibes and my Aha-Moment video, plus something for the moon followers among you, plus Tiny T updates, and other stuff. Lots of words!

For now, though… a photo I snapped tonight warrants some discussion. I hope you join the fun.

Okay.

The story is that this afternoon I went on a small shopping spree at a local nursery that was having a fantastic clearance sale. I drove right home, ate an avocado dipped in Dorito crumbs (shut up), and started planting. Usually when I buy lots of plants I get tired or have to go cook dinner or am simply paralyzed by the beauty and just stop about half way through. Sometimes a few plants get left on the sizzling concrete for a few days. Sometimes they get babied in the shade until I know what to do with them. But rarely never does every single plant get planted the same day it is purchased. It’s a terrible habit I’ve been trying to break.

Well…

Tonight I broke it!

Mostly.

That mosquito-repelling plant you see above was the only thing I didn’t tuck neatly into the earth tonight, post-spree. And I will tell you why.

It’s because of this milk can.

Sort of.

This very cool old milk can sits against this very cool old door which adorns the brick smokehouse, which is really a garden shed for me. The door won’t stay shut on its own. Several days ago I lifted the rusted treasure to open the door, revealing a long, fat Copperhead snake coiled up beneath it, just waiting to murder me either with its venom or my own adrenaline.

That’s a longer story for another time, but suffice it to say that I will never step foot inside that shed again. And that shed is where my collection of terra-cotta pots is kept. Very neatly I might add.

So…

The mosquito-repelling plant  had to go un-potted tonight.

Except…

I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving just one new plant undone, so I grabbed this empty coffee can which is normally used to scoop out grain for the horses, llamas, and buff.

Except…

Who the heck purchased this nonsense?

Certainly not me. I buy Folger’s coffee, sure, but never AND I MEAN NEVER that mild stuff. Not even medium roast. You might as well drink green tea.

Some people might say that I add too much cream to my coffee, but it absolutely must start off as the darkest, richest, thickest coffee available for $7 per large can.

So…

The only new garden purchase not in the ground tonight is sitting, instead, in a mysterious plastic tub while poisonous snakes are hiding just downhill, keeping me away from my flower pots like dragons guarding a princess. This will not do, friends.

Something has to change.

Send terra cotta if you can.
XOXOXO