I have used wonderful dark brown wicker baskets, baskets with handles, baskets that hang, terra cotta pots, and even an idea from a friend using an old two handled spaghetti pot that had a pinhole in it. All of this composes a very inviting, reviving front porch on our old, mountain, log home. The yard, which was the main drawing card for us to buy the property last year, has a fifty-year old garden of perennials. It is a gardener's delight since it was originally a nursery and was lovingly planted. Well, nothing and yet everything.
Gardening is one of the best foods for the soul.
And writers need their souls fed constantly. But that is still not what gardening has to do with writing. My yard is an array of magnificent perennials painstakingly planted by the previous owners and the ones before them who operated the nursery. Each bulb was carefully selected. Each variety was meticulously placed in a grand plan that would allow a splash of color to constantly burst from the many beds.