alpine strawberries have colonized almost the entire backyard at the cabin in mccall. they produce small, red, super-flavorful berries, and i’ve gotten to eat only four or five of them thanks to a combination of factors: some plants are too shaded to produce fruit, i’m not there at the right time to pick them, birds snag them before i do, etc. (i used to blame my dad for mowing over them but they’re so low-growing, i’m not sure the blades even hit them.)
last weekend i dug up a couple dozen plants to grow here in boise:
i put half of them in a hanging basket lined with coco coir, and half of them in this thrifted pot:
i showed this to my mom, and she was like, “is that a potty?”
i’m thinking, what the hell, mom. yeah, it’s a pot. why are you being cutesy and asking the obvious. “potty?”
“yeah...like, a chamber pot?”
oh. oh my.
yes friends, i unknowingly used a piss pot for a planter.