I was forced to fill my urns with plants before my “friend” Kim stole another one.
Kim’s M.O. is to wait until I come down with a cold, get bit by a rattlesnake, have some bad accident, or get hit by a debilitating disease.
Then she comes over with her family.
While her children distract me, she has her husband pull up in his Prius to steal my urns.
Then she contacts me days later and says thank you.
When I act puzzled and tell her I don’t remember giving my urns to her, she tells me some made up story of how I insisted that she take them—and how she just couldn’t say no.
When I ask her why she stole my urns, her answer is always the same: “Well, you’re not doing anything with them.”
I knew she and her family were coming for a visit.
So I ran down to the local nursery and bought some plants to plant in my remaining urns.
The urns were by my front door in a shaded area so I used two different contrasting heuchera, one with a deep dark burgundy leaf and the other with a yellowish/green leaf with burgundy veins. I wanted something trailing so I used a potato vine in yet another shade of green.
I put all three plants into a larger plastic pot that slipped perfectly into the urn, that way I can change out the plants without getting my porch all dirty, well dirtier anyway.
That way, Kim will think I’m doing something with them.
And leave them alone.