Yesterday, I planted a bunch of plants in containers: three 5-gallon buckets, four enameled aluminum bowls, and one actual planter. The aluminum bowls have been used in my family to shell peas for a long time. I had to get a fancy drill bit to make the drainage holes in the aluminum bowls. I had two of the buckets and bought one. I am not really sure where I got the planter, but it has been hanging out on the top shelf of a closet for a long time.
It was quite the process, beginning with buying the baby plants in New Orleans at the farmers' market. For twenty dollars, I became the proud owner of a ton of plants: rosemary, basil, cherry tomatoes, bell peppers, serrano peppers, thyme, chives, parsley, and three kinds of mint (mojito, orange, and lemon-lime). I got a patio tomato plant and another bell pepper plant at the store when I got potting soil.
I am torn between a great sense of pride that I have actual plants on my actual front porch....and a feeling of dread that they may be dead soon because of the torrential rain and temperature drop that has happened this evening. Also, I am not known for keeping plants alive. Bamboo died in my house this year. That's right, bamboo. It's hard to kill bamboo.
There will be pictures tomorrow - assuming the plants survive!
And...if you think this whole gardening on your front porch in five gallon buckets thing is just a bit too precious, don't worry, I know. For real, I know.