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Pretty Garden

Bronze Pot Flowers 1

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A fun art project

Passing the time in Lockdown

Brighten up the stoep


In my recent post A Little Potty, I describe how I decided to brighten up my garden pots. The two plant pots shown below were the first to get a make-over.

Bronze Pots Before Prep 2

I’d bought them many years ago from a supermarket and originally they were painted a lovely blue-green. You can still see some of the colour.

One pot still had a plant in, a Japanese Sacred Palm, as I was busy preparing a place in the garden to transplant it.

To clean the pots, I scrubbed them with sugar soap, rinsed and left them to dry in the sun.

Bronze Pots Primer 3

The paint has been chipping off these pots for a long time. I could see that underneath they had not been primed, but simply painted directly on to the clay. I bought a spray can of primer and applied two coats.

Even with just the primer, the pots were already looking better.

Bronze Pots Second Coat 4

This was my fun project, and I was using spray paint for the first time. I chose a metallic bronze for these pots. Not really sure what I was doing, I just sprayed on a thin coat, deciding that it would be better to build up the layers rather than spray on too thickly.

I applied three coats over a few days and was really happy with the result. They now looked like brand new pots.

Bronze Pots Final Coat 5

Time to plant something in them!

I transplanted out the Japanese Scared Palm from the one pot, and chose orange pansies to complement the bronze. Eventually I planned to plant daffodils bulbs too, but that is another story.

After a week or two, the pansies grew nicely and spread over the pots.

Bronze Pots Flowers 6

Here is the finished result, with the blue pots full of violas and freesias in the background.

Now I have a pretty garden!



Another One Bites the Dust

Yesterday I found my newly bought fuchsia plant lying forlorn on the stoep – without its plastic pot! We’d had some sun lately, so it was looking very dry and withered; a little sticky thing with curled up leaves and stringy grass-like roots. I had a quick look around the stoep and immediate garden, but there was no sign of the pot. Since it had now started to rain pretty hard, I placed the poor plant on top of an old ceramic pot full of weeds, and hoped for the best.

I looked hard at Little Monkey when I went inside. I know she steals empty plastic plant pots from the stoep and cavorts round the garden with them in her mouth, smiling and shaking her head. “Look what I’ve got!” The pot is completely unusable afterwards; full of teeth mark holes and crushed flat.

Today, quite by accident, I found the plastic pot floating in the pool and fished it out. Surprisingly, it was more or less in tact; just a little squashed, with no evidence of teeth marks. I placed the fuchsia back in its pot, and left it in the corner of the stoep, looking pretty sorry for itself. As any plant in my garden could tell it, you have to be a survivor to – well, to survive here!

But I am still wondering how Little Monkey managed to remove the fuchsia from its pot without leaving teeth marks!