Terra cotta couldn’t be more earthy, it’s literally ‘baked earth’ according to the internet… not that I know anything about Italian or Latin… and in my most wholesome of imaginations there’s some country artisan scooping up the perfect mud and crafting a pot which eventually finds its way to my garden. In my imagination of course. In reality I can’t afford those fancy things so all mine are off the box-store shelf, but I hope my intentions count for something. The idea was no more plastic in the garden, and I’ve been good for the most part. I traded plastic and resin planters for metal and (the much heavier) terra cotta and ceramic.
The heavy is a problem. Terra cotta is porous and when it freezes the water inside expands and could crack the pot. Filled, heavy pots are a lot of work to move, so I guess if there’s any point to this post it’s to say that some lazy gardeners get away with just pushing them up against the house after frosts kill off the plantings and they end up drying out enough that they don’t crack.
So I’m sure all your terra cotta and ceramic pots have been safely tucked away for months but remember my new blogging mantra is quantity over quality so I figured a picture of a broken pot must surely be worth a post. To be honest as I go through old posts re-sizing photos I have no idea how I ever managed to post so much, so I’m actually a little worried that in order to keep up a steady stream of “content” through February I don’t get so desperate as to resort to babbling about tomato stakes or some other dull topic.
Honestly I’d probably gain readers talking about tomato stakes if it meant less posts about snowdrops 🙂
Sorry, I know this is supposed to be a helpful terra cotta post, but I couldn’t resist another picture of this winter blooming snowdrop, galanthus ‘Three Ships’. This should be a family friendly blog but seriously I look at this and think “holy s%* I have a f)&%!! snowdrop that flowers here in the middle of January in Pennsylvania zone 6!!! Three years now for ‘Three Ships’ and deep down inside I’m still expecting it to die, but fortunately it hasn’t. Let’s hope for four.
And this is why I have a blog. Trust me that none of my friends or neighbors would make it past even two minutes of January snowdrop talk. Family can barely make it past three and I’m pretty sure they’re not even fully listening. Thanks for listening!