Some large hostas reside in an old enamel sink in the front yard. By planting hostas around its base, I made it not too overwhelming and really a very nice container. By the way, I disagree with those who try to convince me the sink was once a urinal. Another enamel sink hides behind the aforementioned cement sink.
At this time of year the only word for my flower containers is ugly. They have no flower clothes to cover what they really started life as....
UGLY!
This cement sink will be filled with six-foot tall zebra grass this summer. |
This ugly sink (I think) will be covered with hostas when June gets here. |
This discarded section of culvert will hold an angel trumpet come summer. |