Tuesday, 15 June 2010
In the Can
Nothing screams holidays to me louder than potted geraniums. You see them on windowsills and, my favourite, lining steps pretty much wherever you go in the warmer parts of Europe. We won't get away this year – can't remember when we last did – so I thought I'd bring a bit of away here.
Years ago, whilst holidaying in France, I was thrilled to see geraniums potted in old cans. I have a bit of a thing about cans anyway, I once bought an enormous can of tuna because it was so attractive, it never got opened. I'll often base my choice of oils and whatnot on the appearance of a can. Anyway, I happened to empty a favourite the other day and thought: 'mmm, this would look good with a geranium in it.' So I took the top off, rolled the sharp edge over and punched some holes in the bottom.
Yesterday I went to my favourite garden centre looking for the perfect specimen to fill it. I had a notion for a very dark red but no luck, they had pink, salmon (eurgh!) or orangey red. The singles were all too big for the can so I ended up buying a tray of four small ones. So after canning one I had three left over. What to do with them?
In the shed I found an old wall pot which I must have brought up from the old house, where we had garden walls, and decided I could nail it to the fence. So I put another in that.
Once that was done I realised I could punch a hole in the top of the oil can and nail that up beside it
but just two hanging there somehow looked wrong so I potted a third in a coffee can (I have hundreds of these) and hung it alongside.
The fourth awaits a new home, I'll have to think about where to put it. But for now I have this:
it's not France, or Greece, or Italy; but hopefully on a sunny afternoon a sudden glance will make it feel like it is.
Oh, and MJ has her blog back, thank goodness google have managed to sort themselves out.