Planter Should be Spelled with an F

"F" for fun, that is. After much debate about what to do with our not too big but big enough to look empty porch, we bit the bullet and purchased some planters and plants. This sort of planting arrangement has always appealed to me but has intimidated me as well. Insert my dear friend, Alison. I copied her planter; with her permission of course.


Here is what we got: For those of you counting at home, the large planter contains a hanging basket of some sort of bloom (The Show-er), a Sweet Potato Vine (The Spiller), a tall spiky thing (The Grow-er) and a tiger-looking thing (The Filler). Do you like how I'm all technical like with my plant genes? I don't know plants so good.


The planters look like plaster but are actually its red-neck cousin, plastic. I enjoy this because they are much lighter and easier to move around for this eight month pregger. They were all purchased at Wal-Mart at a very reasonable price. Next I drilled holes in the bottom of each planter and added a bunch of wadded up window screen for drainage purposes. This also prevents root rot. All I had to do after that was stick the plants in the dirt and water liberally.


Voila! We look like grown-ups. We got planters.