This is the hanging basket that housed the finch family last summer. It’s just now starting to look a little ratty, don’t you think? I mean, it IS almost the end of November, and I DID clean up the rest of my wee garden many weeks ago.
But that hanging basket has been through so much in its life! I wasn’t even supposed to buy it: I had actually ordered some planters to sit on my back patio, and when I went to pick them up, I saw a few unclaimed hanging baskets. I hesitated only a second and bought the only one with a bright pink (of course!) geranium in the centre. I brought it home, hung it up, and it flourished – despite my haphazard watering. It later held and protected a tiny nest and provided a safe place for four tiny finches to grow up – again, despite my haphazard watering. And just this last week, it survived a couple of autumn windstorms.
And now it looks like shit. As old hanging baskets do.
It’s had a good run, that hanging basket. A much longer run than any other hanging basket that I have ever owned.
I think I should buy my hanging baskets at that particular nursery in future. Maybe next year I can get one that waters itself. Just think how long that one would last!