My gorgeous front terrace urns waiting for green stuff.Oh it hurt. This pot task of ours. 8 sets of 4 and 4 sets of 3. What's that?....44 pots. We managed to move the urns, for the front terrace, into place last week.
Absolute dismay when we realised how heavy the square pot sets, for the pool area, were. The pots were all stacked inside each other like Russian dolls so we couldn't even shuffle the sets off the pallet they were so heavy. We painstakingly removed the 2 smaller inner pots. They were jammed inside each other, packed with rubber thong cutouts. Genius packaging. Not one breakage... all the way from Vietnam! We had to remove the third pot by tipping the bigger one (and it) on it's side, to drag it out. Carrying the biggest sized pot up the side of the house, up 24 steps? Well we did four of them in one session. I now have raw wounds all up my arms from the scrapes... .... I will have scars from this house! After four painful trips, we jumped fully clothed into the pool. Now that's what I call a reward. The other 4 biggies will have to wait until next weekend. I can't move today.... and all because of 4 large pots!
Down to the last pallet. Hubby was seriously contemplating giving up at this precise moment and 5 seconds after this photo was taken, we made an executive decision to give up, jump in the pool and leave the rest to next weekend. We were tripping over the 'rubber thong cut out packaging thingy's' during the whole painful process.
The soil to fill these things? ... I shudder... slowly, slowly... we have all school holidays to finish it all off and 2 little child slaves to help us!