True, down by the barn there's that razzle-dazzle agateware. But here, just outside the door, I look at peaceful, largely perennial combinations in these homey old wares. Some unnamed golden hosta shares its black kettle with bright-gold ivy spilling over one way. I see this container as bright, but sedate, definitely grown-up. No blazing dishpan of moss rose here, no siree.
Group housewares to contrast colors, shapes, and sizes.
Time is of the essence when gardeners design, and containers certainly focus our attention. Here, in this one small space, we hope to manage whole lives of plants. Maybe whole human lives too, if we stop to think about planting to please something in ourselves. 76 and 78. Used by permission.