My Mother’s favorite garden pleasure is to plant flowers in objects that most people would call junk. She has a magic touch in her "green thumb." Take this rough wooden chair which is anchored by ivy, it is sitting pretty, don’t you think?
A worn out ice-cream bucket is transformed into making herb ice-cream.
A rusty wiped-out washing machine over-flows with floral suds.
A red tin can, that she found on the wrong side of the tracks, becomes a planter box princess in my Mother’s garden.
A hose is out of the question when she waters her magical treasures.
Some of us use mail boxes to post letters. My Mother opens the lid, lifts up the flag, and declares; "Perfumed letters!"
Photos: My Mother’s garden in California, it is full of surprises.
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