In my neighborhood, in my family, in my circle of friends and co-workers, I think I am the only one. Perhaps, hopefully, if I post about it, I’ll find out that I am not the only one, after all.
Yes, I feel confident I am not alone in the garden blogging community in having more clay pots than one could ever use. And I can’t seem to turn down an opportunity to get more old clay pots from others.
A few weekends ago, I laid claim to another stockpile of clay pots from my former neighbor, who was cleaning out his shed, preparing to move. I bought the whole lot of them without so much as counting them or seeing what assorted sizes were there. I just loaded them up and brought them home.
I don’t generally buy new clay pots. I prefer old clay pots, the kind that have seen a few seasons and a few plants. Among the pots I got a few weeks ago, a few had writing on the side, identifying the plants that once grew in them.
I like that. It’s a link to another gardener.
Even if I break a clay pot, and I’ve broken more than I’ll admit, I keep the pieces to put in the bottoms of other pots.
I do have a lot of plastic pots, acquired with each new plant I buy. I don’t feel the same way about these plastic pots as I do the clay pots. I usually put them in the recycle bin right away if they are the right kind of plastic. The rest of the assorted plastic pots are on a shelf and in a big box, ready to be used to pot up a cutting or two, or start some small bulbs in the spring.
And I have several of the light weight faux finish pots, which are becoming more popular, and cheaper, every year. I’ll admit they are easy to work with, especially the big ones, and are easy to move around and usually look pretty nice.
But I still like clay pots the best.
How about you?
(Oh, and while you are telling me that I’m not the only one who has a lot of clay pots, why don’t you tell me how many garden hoes you have? I can’t seem to find anyone else with “more than a few” hoes!)