I have some lovely planters that have been living on our front porch. The idea is to fill them with flowers and then remember to water them. I fail on both accounts. This year, the two planters were just more in Opa's way than not, since his shuffling across the porch was more wobbly. I stacked one planter on top of the other, then told Angel that she could plant whatever she wanted in them.
I like the look of silk plants, wooden birdhouses, and tomato plants that desperately need to be planted. I think she will be our resident gardener from now on. I don't have to remember to water fake plants and birdhouses!