At our house there are three planters hanging from our deck. Over the summer there were herbs and vegetables that I promised I would take care of, but never did, so we pulled them up at the beginning of the fall. My mother in law planted pink and purple pansies the day we found out we were having a girl and assured me that they would last until Charlotte arrived.
These days I vacillate between praying that they last to the spring and fighting the urge to go out there and ripping every single one out of the planter and throwing them in the trash.
life without ck 