In a normal year (oh, let's face it...there are no "normal" years), I would refresh my
But this was no normal year, peeps. You can ask my (non-blooming) hydrangeas.
Spring break (my 'normal' 1st refresh deadline), the weather was still crappy and cold, so no refreshing took place.
And it was like I bailed.
No kidding...I did nothing to spruce up the porch AT ALL! So when Kathy suggested a porch party, I was all in. After all, it would force me to do something about that
Since we last visited this space, I added a little gray chair. This chair acts as a space for dropping off packages (I am a frequent flyer at Amazon and Etsy) or bags while I'm unlocking the front door.* It's painted the same gray as the shakes, so it blends in and doesn't seem obtrusive or too large for the space.
The chippy metal bar cart (obviously created for outdoor use) was a great find at a neighborhood yard sale. I change out the accessories every time I refresh, or when flowers die. (Which is more frequently than I like to admit. I have success with them in the ground but in a container? Not so much.)
This angel wing begonia "Looking Glass" is the exception. I have had this old gal for years. I haul her inside in the winter and outside in the summer and she has been hanging around at least as long as we've been at Brandywine (2008). So apparently an angel wing begonia will survive Armageddon.
The petunia and asparagus fern pot gets moved a lot. It was moved to this location to provide some much-needed color. Notice how "leggy" the petunia is? That's because I forget to pinch it back. I am a bad flower mom.
The front door* has a message board on it. We have two fine gentlemen renting our condo units, and they attach their check envelopes in the little clip. Quite convenient! (And then they don't have to worry about upsetting the feds by putting it in the mailbox, which is apparently uncool with the USPS.) I got the little chalkboard bird at Michael's or Hobs or one of those places.
Thanks for stopping by my Summer
*Front door story: When we first came to look at Brandywine with a realtor, we noticed that she had an incredibly difficult time getting the front door open. In fact, we almost bailed on previewing it, because she fussed with that key for a full three minutes. Not a good sign. After we moved in, the front door froze completely, and the handle on the inside fell off. We jerry-rigged a new handle from the inside, but basically the front door was unusable. I asked DL to fix it, but his excuse was that he needed to get a locksmith here and they needed to take the whole thing apart and it was a full day's job..yada, yada. I have not had a front door that has been accessible from the stoop for EIGHT YEARS! (I swear people have gotten divorced for less.)
What a pain in the butt.
So this summer, the ONLY THING I asked DL to do on his week off was get that front door fixed. You know what? He took it apart, took the thing down to the locksmith, the locksmith re-keyed it, and the whole set was back (and usable!) on the front door in one afternoon! EIGHT YEARS, PEEPS!! I did not beat him, but I did put him in time out.