I picked up a hanging planter for the finishing touch to the deck. I hope I can manage to keep it looking good. Summer is not that long, after all. I don’t fret over plants in the ground, but for some reason plants in planters throw me for a loop. I have bad planter booju…a word I made up, but it’s not a good thing.
However, the nursery owner was effusive in his praise of my good taste in picking this arrangement and a random nearby customer was sure that I must be an artist for my eye in selecting this particular pot. I’m such a sucker for flattery. I plunked down the money on the spot. It’s always embarrassing to think about afterwards!