A few of you asked about the huge shell encrusted flower pots so I though I would share the story again.
This adventure begins on a Friday morning before I left for work, when DH came back from Home Depot and said “there are two flower pots I think you are going to want in a trash pile. But ... they are huge.” He said “Let's go look at them”, so off we went.
We had passed these pots for years and years. They were on either side of a driveway and evidently new owners didn't want them. These pots are about 40 years old.
When I saw them I wanted to cry because they were just too heavy for us to deal with. We came back home, and I got ready for work. DH went up the street and asked a road crew if they could help and he would pay them. He talked to three different people, and the boss said lets look at them and after looking at them, he said he'd be back at such and such a time. Well, he never showed and that was very disappointing. We thought maybe the guy would show up on Sat. but he didn't.
It happened to be trash pick up day too on Friday, so we had no idea if they'd be around after the trucks came along picking up. DH and I both said if these are meant to be ours then they would be, if not, then that's just the way it goes. We didn't really NEED these, but we did hate the thought of them going out to the land fill and just get broken and buried. He went by Sat. morning and saw that everything had been picked up but the pots. When I went by on the way home from work, I saw them there still with another pile of brush and trash growing also.
Saturday night as we were sipping a glass of pre-dinner wine, DH thought of using our a.c. jack. I went out to where it was to check what weight it would hold and it said 500 lbs. We got in the car and went to where these monster pots were and took measurements of the things so that DH could figure out how much concrete was in them and how much they would weigh. He figured 370 lbs. each So we got all excited about doing this project and since it was going to be Sunday morning when we'd be doing this we knew the traffic would be light and it would be quiet, so decided to get up early. Early wasn't the word for it. DH woke up around 4 and couldn't go back to sleep for thinking about how to do this thing so we got up. Got things loaded into the truck, had one cup of coffee and took off.
The morning happened to be the first day of May, May Day, the air was breezy, we could hear roosters crowing in the neighborhood and we hoped for a smooth move of these pots.
Of course, I made sure I grabbed the digital camera (floppy disk back then), and here are the pictures from our adventure.
First we/he had to cut the roots that had grown out the bottoms of these pots, and that took some energy and time. We hadn't eaten our 'Wheaties' either so were going along on that one cup of coffee and adrenaline. It looks like ancient jasmine in these pots. I don't need them as I've got them in several places around here.
Here's DH starting to saw away the roots. You can see that it was still dark out when we started on this project.
By now it is lighter and you can see how the a.c. jack was used. There are two handles that you crank up or down and the heavy wire cable.
Next we backed up the van to the pot and then let the jack down, and tied the jack to the pot and took off for home. (We live a few blocks away, so didn’t have far to go.)
Here we are back at home and you can see how the jack was just barely off the road.
One happy curbside shopper.
DH was right when he said I was going to want these pots.
Here the pots are close to where we wanted to stand each one.
Lots of shells on these, some were broken by whoever took them up from where they had been sitting on either side of the driveway. We just put the worst sides to the back.
DH figured out how to get the root bound plant out of the pot, once again using the a.c. jack.
That a.c. jack is a wonderful tool. We’ve used it for hauling roofing materials up onto the roof, and projects like this May Day Flowerpots project.
Looking at these pictures and remembering the whole thing just makes me love my DH all the more. He was always figuring out how to make, build, recycle, etc. ever since he was a boy.
Here is how we rolled them into place. Pipes and lumber.
The photos below are after October 2005 ~ After Hurricane Wilma passed over. Scariest storm we ever went through. Our house was safe and we thanked God for that. We did have a heavy limb fall onto the workshop roof and poked a hole in it, but again we were thankful it wasn’t any worse.
Ah ha, now that I look at these pictures, you can see the plum color on the buildings. Which is what I am going for again.
You can see the top of the pine on the left top of shed, hanging over the neighbors back yard. DH and another neighbor cut the tree up with a chain saw.
Here I am in the neighbors yard before we started hauling branches out of that yard into our own.
Here is the ‘caravan’ before it was the caravan. We popped the top, I cleaned it up inside enough to cook in. We were without power for 13 days and having the propane gas stove was great. This was just some of the pine limbs from the tree that went into the shed.
In picture below the pine is still in the shed as you can see it just above the blue tarp. By the way, during the eye of Wilma, DH was up on the roof putting that blue tarp on. While he was up there I felt a change in the atmosphere and told him to come on, the back side of the storm is coming, and we no sooner got back inside and the ferocious winds started in again. It was AWFUL! But, we survived, thanks be to God. Going through an eye of a storm is amazing, you wouldn’t even think there was a storm anywhere around, but indeed it was all around.
More of pine cut so that it finally was out of the shed so that we could cover the roof and patch the wall temporarily. We didn’t do any work on the shed for awhile as we were depressed. But, with time, inspiration struck and work began.
DH restored the little shed and here is the latest photo taken this week, 10 years later. I’ll have to show you what we did on the wall that was damaged in another post.
So, now you have the shell flower pot story, plus a little bit of Hurricane Wilma’s story.
We put pink muhly grass in the pots. Pretty in the fall/winter.
This sure sent me down memory lane. Some tears and laughter as I look back and think on things we did together.
DH took a piece of one of the melaleuca tree limbs that came down in the three hurricanes we had to deal with 2004-2005, and made this heart for me.
Love is forever.