I am a total flop at growing any type of plant, but I still drool over old, rusty watering cans. Is that weird? Maybe it’s the rust or the shape of the can, or even the promise of tending and nurturing something green and being rewarded with lovely blooms. Maybe it’s because I love antiques and have the pack rat gene that results in a nigh uncontrollable urge to aquire and collect old goodies, hmmm. I’m doomed to sigh over garden tools that I can never do proper justice to unless it’s in a sketchbook. What are your loves, your weaknesses that you dream about??
Remember, faith works!