The bead curtian is there to feel rainy when its hot, for playfulness, and for its friendly tinkling.
The brooms got taken out of the splendid pot they were sitting in. The loveliest is out, at hand, inviting people to use it, cheering up a sunless spot. The other brooms and mops are unobtrusively awaiting a new hanging system, maybe out of sculpted wire....Go Frank!
This basket was unraveling, ratty, and on its way to the rubbish bin. Mikoto put it back together with plaited straw. It will make a fine, free planter for a couple of years. Leftover straw was chopped up small and used as mulch. The taro was donated from my back garden, where it never got enough sun or water. No point in being the proud owner of an unhappy plant. Now its in its element, under the asian water feature.
With existing pots all the same size, it was starting to look like a nursery. So I introduced a bit of wildness for variety. Frank drilled extra holes for drainage - I think thats why the original residents of these empty concrete pots had long departed this world. No drainage, no air. No air, bad (anaerobic) microbes win, plant dies.


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This painting for the Buoyancy Foundation took:













