Last Saturday was flower day, although I'm not sure we exactly planned it that way. I had to go back to the Honda dealership to get another key made and coded. I've learned that car keys are no longer made, they're programmed. This can take some time. After a proscuito panini at the Balducci's in Westport (highly recommended) I mosied on over to the Izzo & Son's Nursery. This being Martha Stewart land, it's a huge nursey. Olga and I had talked about getting flowers for the front porch and the slightly ditzy woman there explained that all I needed was a molly anchor. Never heard of 'em. But we're now intimately familiar with the clever little device. I spent way too much trying to pick out flowers, mixing and matching, mixing and matching. There just wasn't enough options for the four flower pots we'd need. The shady spot underneath the porch limits the choices.
While I was at the dealership Olga spent the time pulling these fern-like plants from the front of the house. We think the previous owners planted them, but they looked like gigantic weeds -- with deep roots. I took out our drill and ladder and we proceeded to push the molly anchor into the space between the vinyl siding and the wood of our porch roof. With a little wiggling it was a perfect fit. The only issue was that with all the mixing and matching I discovered that one of the pots I took home from the nursery was smaller than the rest. Great flowers but we lost our symmetry (look at the flower pot on the right). Damn ditzy woman. Damn Izzo. And his sons. The flowers are an improvement. Now we just have to remember to water them every day. Oh, in the picture you can also see our snazzy new "17" next to the door we put up.
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