It’s not that I can’t buy new plant pots. I buy quite a few. It’s that I love new-to-me old plant pots that I find in the woods on our homestead. I’m that 50something year old woman who still drags things home from the woods and fills her pockets with interesting rocks to add to the flower gardens. These old pots were tossed into the homestead dump decades ago. Each spring I’m reminded of their presence when the snow melts. Finally, I’m bringing them home to fill with soil and plants.

I’ll show you pictures when the flowers are beautiful later on this year.