The best part of our garden

This pot came with our house when we bought it and on several occasions I had to convince Tre' not to throw it away even though the paint was peeling and there is a hole in one side.  I loved the perfection of it's imperfection - anyone who knows me well knows that if something is rusted or has peeling paint, I will love it.  Anyway, after years of being moved from place to place and serving as a garbage can, it found it's perfect home.  Last spring we had finally finished doing the landscaping in front of the house when Tre' had a lightbulb moment - yes the very person who tried dispose of my perfect pot now wanted to use it!  Now it has a prominant place in the very front of the house - and we wish that we could find another one just like it.  One man's trash is another man's treasure - until the first man realizes that his wife is a genius!