These hand-painted clay pots now have plants to keep them company.
or my birthday
, my ten-year-old daughter, my thirteen-year-old son and my twenty-something daughter Cadie each painted a clay flowerpot for me. I planted them with purchases from Stony Hill Farm
. There are sempervivums at either end and silver squill (Ledebouria socialis) in the middle. I am growing them all as houseplants in the kitchen where I will look at them often.
Cadie painted a lot of detail on her pot.
Here’s a bluebird on flowering quince.
This cardinal is perched among apple blossoms.
The goldfinch is perching on a witch hazel branch.
She even painted the saucer with a blossoming apple tree.
I thought you’d enjoy them. I know I do.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
in Northern Exposure