Do you want to hear a little behind the scenes story?
I created this container garden for the Summer 2015 issue of PITH + VIGOR. It is one of my most favorite pieces of container planting art ever. I love the plant selection, I love the way it mounded up, I love that dirty red color and I love the way the pictures came out. Everything about this project made me happy and proud — with one (huge) exception.
This little container garden was completely inspired by the urn that it was planted in. That red urn caught my eye every morning as it sat empty on the front porch of a home that I pass on my daily school run. The pretty color and visions of what I could plant and photograph for the upcoming issue pushed me past my shyness and I found myself knocking on the door of a stranger – asking if I could take the urn for a day – plant it up – and return it. You know, regular garden design writer antics.
But I could tell that I wasn’t the only one a little outside of my comfort zone. The woman who answered the door did let me take the container – but I had the feeling (especially in hindsight) that if she’d had a minute more to think about it, she’d probably have said no. All she could muster against my optimistic enthusiasm and surprise attack, was the very important condition that I must line it with plastic to protect the cast iron. I thought this was slightly insane (especially given that we are dealing with painted cast iron in excellent condition, and less than 24 hours of impact) – but I agreed and honored her wishes.
I used a plastic bag underneath the planting – to make sure the dirt didn’t touch the metal. And when I finished photographing this arrangement, I removed the trickiest plant (the Muhlenbekia) that I assumed she’d have little appreciation for, and I replaced it with some cheery yellow pansies. I wanted to thank her for the favor and leave her with something that would shine brightly from the street for a few weeks before the perennial plants would be better served by moving them along to more permanent homes for the summer.
The return was uneventful – and I explained how to take care of everything, but the next day when drove by, I was shocked and sad to see that the urn was empty and none of the plants were anywhere in sight.
My friend who helps me out with projects insisted that anyone in their right mind would have loved to get back such a nicely planted urn for the darn cheap cost of letting someone borrow it for a day. And that I shouldn’t worry about it, let alone feel hurt and simultaneously guilty that I did something offensive. But here is the thing – it is over two years later and I still think about it. I still feel unsettled about it. And I continue to wonder why this woman has, on a couple of occasions since, pretended not to know me when we’ve crossed paths (I live in a small town – it is inevitable).
And I certainly think twice before doing such things again.
I’ve also thought a lot about why I would even tell anyone this story. Is it to say, some people are just weird? And maybe ungrateful? Or, that you never know what is going on with someone so don’t take it personally – it is them not you. Yes, those thoughts do come to mind and probably have some truth.
But, I think what is more important is to talk about how this was one of many things that I haven’t let go of and that I’ve let get under my skin for way too long. Cumulatively, this and other uncomfortable encounters over the last few years put me in a place that I’ve struggled to get out of and they all added up to what has felt like a frustrating death by a million cuts.
I am a people pleaser, and I always have been. I spread myself too thin and regularly heap guilt on myself for not being able to please people more than I already do. Enough is never enough and earlier this year, I got to a point where I was generally mad at anybody that expected me to do anything at all. I let it get to such a point that I have been so busy doing what everyone else wants me to do, that I literally could not even tell you want I wanted.
I recognize that all of this wasn’t really about anyone else, it was and is about me. I’ve turned a corner (I can actually point to my own goals again – whew!) – and will write more about that as I continue to solidify myself. But I wonder if you recognize this in yourself too? If you do, maybe we can work it out together. I think women tend to be this way much more than men and although I’ve found some useful advice here and there (and Oprah will forever offer helpful insight!) I think that there is always room for more discussion, more viewpoints, more collective therapy.
Until then, I love this container – and no offense intended – but I don’t care if you don’t. Or if the owner of the urn doesn’t. I recognize that she didn’t ask for me to come swooping into her life, scooping up her obviously cherished empty urn and filling it to my liking (not hers). And I am grateful that I had the opportunity to make this and capture it and hopefully inspire you (or not – whatever.).
- (1) Muhlenbekia Auxillaris
- (1) Heuchera ‘Shanghai’
- (1-2) Small Euphorbia Amygdaloides ‘Purpurea’ – These will get much bigger when planted in the ground.
- (2) Armeria Pseudoarmeria ‘Ballerina Red’ – When the season changes – move these to an in-ground place where they can come back again next year.
- Sheet Moss
Antique cast Iron vessel was on loan for this project, but a similar container can be created with either modern plastic or other composite containers that can be painted with Rust-oleum Regal Red.
Containers with a small opening (such as this one) can easily be built up into a mounded form with plants soil and moss. Chicken wire can also be used to secure materials. The mounded look allows for more plants and also gives a fuller more mature look earlier in the season.
Muhlenbekia Auxillaris available from Proven Winners, Heuchera ‘Shanghai’ available from Monrovia, Euphorbia Amygdaloides ‘Purpurea’ available from Annies Annuals, and Armeria Pseudoarmeria ‘Ballerina Red’ available from Bluestone Perrenials.