Every morning, my kitchen patio greets me cheerfully.
All plants on the patio table (on the left) took up residence elsewhere
to take advantage of the rain (free, automatic watering system).
The table now contains collections of shells, rusty items, foot rocks, and bird nests.
The "g" makes me laugh.
The plant table looks resplendent.
Among the new additions, I am particularly pleased with my old smokers
(originally for beekeeping), of which I had four.
I planted them and grouped them on two pieces of marble,
then sat them on tiles (for height) and added a small rock pile.
This one reminds me of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz.
As I slowly clean out the garage, I come across interesting items to recycle.
This wire box became a sort of shelf when I turned it upside down
and put it on pieces of marble.
I found some old cement blocks (easily thirty years old) that exude character.
My dogs broke one of my bamboo fences so I salvaged a piece.
An old pot gets a new life.
This funny cactus is called le coussin de ma belle-mère (my mother-in-law's pillow!) and insists upon multiplying in the oddest ways.
I have several that have produced dozens of babies. So I cut off plastic pop bottles and planted them, then tucked them into my kitchen patio garden.
And some of the succulents are blooming.
The bathroom set, which a friend gave me when she remodeled, has finally found a place along the alley garden. An empty spot between two fig trees seems ideal. I constructed a bamboo trellis for a jasmine plant. After removing the broken feet, I painted the outside of the tub and admired its solid cast iron construction. Then three strong, young men moved it onto cement-filled cement blocks.
I would have liked to mosaic it, however, I'm trying to be realistic about how much I can work into a day. I'm still testing positions for the tank, toilet, and sink.
More cleaning out and my next project: This old stove requires serious recycling.
My husband says it can't be planted.
Now I have to prove him wrong.