I found the answer to the “no more pots” edict. The answer is tree trunks, not live ones, but dead ones. Jimmy shaved the bark off of three of them and off I went. Maybe I should have left these trunks dry out more, but if I had, I probably would have lost interest, besides, I have a big drill. Big drill or not, not quite dry wood eats drill bits. So if you try this at home, do not be discouraged. The end result is worth the effort.
We’re going to put rescue hosta in the tops and begonias in the sides. Initially, we were going to put white impatiens in the sides but about the only place the deer don’t troll is on the patio and these things are going in the woods. If deer were carnivores, I wouldn’t have this love hate relationship with them. Daniel Boone, Johnny Appleseed and those guys would have hunted them down. Sam the Sham would have sung about big bad Bambi and not the wolf. Well, once again I’ve wandered off course.