Sometimes I just like to enjoy the tactile sensation of handling flower pots. I’m not sure why. Maybe because mom used to display a few small pots at a south window of the family home. It could be due to a school chum whose dad owned our town’s greenhouse. Somehow, there has been a subtle fascination with flower containers throughout my life. Decorative flower pots are high on the list.
This week, I pulled three pots at random from the supply storage shelf. Then went about matching the containers with harmonious plantings.
The cylindrical pot is constructed of formed cement mortar. I like its contemporary, clean, minimalist style. Delicate pastel blooms act as a counterpoint to the industrial material.
Faux-aged plaster coats the department store terra cotta pot. Red-purple flowers are at the base to enhance the orchid stem centered arrangement.
The mustard-yellow, near antique McCoy flower pot is a personal favorite. It’s the perfect container for sprigs of Cuban Oregano.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes Dutch Renaissance philosopher, Desiderius Erasmus. “Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.”