My Garden Urn



You may ask what on earth this Pieris has to do with my garden urn.

The answer is nothing...

but I'm feeling full of a cold,

lost my voice

(did I hear a sigh of relief from hubby)

and I had to cancel the birthday lunch I was giving for a friend!

What brightened me up....not a lot..

was looking out of my kitchen window... 

and seeing...

the Pieris, that I had put in last year,

looking really bright and cheerful

and the azalea,

that my daughter and her husband had bought me

for Mother's Day about 7 years ago,

Just ready to burst into flower.

This takes me away from my story.

I have a water feature in the corner of my patio.

(It's not very beautiful at the moment as it is just too cold and windy to put out any frail plants to surround it)

This is the Urn - Mark 2 version

If you notice it is chipped from the frost

(although it is supposed to be frost resistant!)

This is the Urn - Mark 1 version.

(again please excuse the garden...it's still looking like winter without its colourful annuals)

Notice the jagged break in its side....

This was not done by the frost!!

I was given it as a present several years ago

and was determined to keep it pristine.

So I kept it covered in the greenhouse

over the winter.

The November in question I decided it was time to take the urn into the greenhouse.

There was a problem.....

The greenhouse was full of dead tomato plants etc

so I had to empty it

(I empty the containers on the vegetable garden

 to help the soil become more friable. It was quite heavy when we developed the garden)

(after all it had always been a field)

There was a problem....

The veg garden was full of dead runner beans and peas etc and their canes

so.......

I cleared the veg garden of dead plants and stacked up the canes tidily

and I dug it through well

Then..

I took the dead tomato plants and canes

out of the greenhouse and stacked the canes tidily

Then..

I emptied the containers from the greenhouse

onto the veg garden

All was ready!!

Very wearily

and with a bad back,

I went to get the urn to put it away for the winter

I picked it up

and made my way across the patio

and....

The handle fell off... and it dropped on the slabs...

and broke!

It feels as if there should be a moral to this story!

My mind won't stretch to it

I wonder what you can come up with??!


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