My neighbor in the city has got the best flower boxes on the block. They’re full of colourful geraniums and she makes my balcony look like a yard sale of weeds and burnt offerings. Every Spring I get enthusiastic about planting flowers and every year it is a big fail. I either over water them or go away for weeks and they shrivel and die from neglect.
This year, I started again and I bought a mature geranium. Only problem is, it was too tall and was toppling precariously over the edge of the flower box like it wanted to jump! Ok, another big fail. I decided to transplant it into another pot for the floor instead. But some time during the transfer, and with assistance from my husband, he misunderstood me and thought that the reason I transplanted it was to transport it to our house in the country.
The next morning I went out onto the balcony and the geranium was gone! What? Who took it and why? I asked my husband about the mysterious missing plant and that’s when he told me he thought I wanted him to bring it to Portofino. Huh? When did I say that? I’m trying to compete with my neighbour and you are sabotaging my efforts!
So, with the geranium now in Portofino, I now had a new problem. Where the heck was I going to put it? The yard is still a work in progress and we haven’t really established much in the way of garden territory yet. Inside the house is also a bit of a hit and miss with items shoved in spaces waiting for their final destination. For example, I have this enormous brass pot and it’s a bit odd and useless. It’s stuck in a corner so that I will not trip over it but I have yet to find a use for it aside from loading it up with old plastic bags…I know, and I actually have a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens too! Shameful, really. Then there is the really heavy clay pot too which is in the living room again serving no purpose whatsoever.
So, here was my solution, and do you know what? It looks better here anyway. Perhaps I should just give up on balcony flower boxes altogether. Never has a miscommunication with my husband ever worked out better, wouldn’t you agree? Now if I can just figure out what to do with that enormous brass pot…