In early summer, I planted up these pots beside the garden bench from cuttings I'd taken from other pelargoniums. Spot the rogue plant. I should label my pots of cuttings.
The pink really doesn't go with the red - even though the red isn't actually quite so scarlet as it looks here. My aesthetic sense (such as it is) is offended by my mistake.
In other furniture news - not news at all really, since I've mentioned this before - it's pictures like this that make me mildly embarrassed by the ancientness of our tables and chairs. This table - bought in 1975 at a junk shop for £4 - makes an excellent (pretend) boat when required. The little chair behind it belonged to the infant Sunday school class at our church and used to house my infant behind. The coffee table behind that was given to my grandfather about 1980 by a friend who'd bought it at auction and then changed her mind; Grandpa didn't want it so we took it. We thought it would be useful till we got something better. And the chair in the top left hand corner used to sit in my grandparents' sitting room. We gave it a home when my granny died and my grandpa came to live with my parents. It's of great sentimental value but since I remember it all my life and it certainly wasn't new in my childhood, it's not of any monetary value.
But I guess we'll just keep them all. They've become old friends.
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