No, not a cool plant or a nifty pot or a bag of potting soil. (All those would be nice, though). What was waiting at the side of the road for a new home was a table. There was an office chair, too, but it didn't have potential as a planter, so we left it behind. My new potting bench. It lacks any semblance of style or coolness.
Like this, for example:
I've been shopping for a potting bench for years. The ones for sale are overpriced, undersized flimsy junk held together with staples. Or really, really expensive (and also flimsy). The best ones seem to be made or recycled from some other use, and are all styled up, a talent that escapes me.You know, like this:
Here is my non-style. Hey, the bucket color matches the trowel and clipper handles! Does that make me cool?
The fact of the matter is, though, that the table worked perfectly.
Speaking of work, rehabbing of the Pittosporums continues. Progress was halted last week by an active Towhee nest in the Pitto at one end. Yesterday, Mamma Towhee was leading around a couple of fat, healthy fledglings instead of screaming at me, so I was able to work a little more.
I cut out two 96 gallon bins of dead stuff. At least now I can get to the drip line, which needs to be upgraded.
That tuteur was originally planted with a rose and two clematis, briefly successful, before Eucalyptus litter helped to finish them off. I was upset about this for a long time. Now with more gardening experience, I can shrug and think with confidence: oh, well, that didn't work--what will?
Also in the experience department: at the first sign of bunny damage, wire plant guards go on. I quickly discovered rabbits like Gazanias. Several gardeners and garden bloggers in the area have been singing the praises of Gazanias, so I bought a couple.
Loved by bloggers and rodents alike:
The two bottom right flowers had their petals trimmed by Mr. Bunny.
Ha, ha! No more Gazania for you!
Not that some of the barriers were appropriately sized...
...but like the table, they worked.