Rather than simply chucking them out, I began putting the odd broken flower pot in selected places around the garden as the various shades of clay blended nicely and they added a natural feel.
One day an old chipped coffee mug appeared among some shrubs. A little while later another one and soon after yet another.
Not from me, I might add, but I am not the only one who lives here, or who has the only say about what goes on in the garden. Quite right, too.
So, over time, certain areas of the garden have developed a more ‘domestic’ appearance.
This tea pot, bought as a Christmas gift for the wife by the children quite a few years ago, suffered a badly chipped spout during an energetic bout of washing up.
It never recovered, even after a couple of tries with super glue. Although there was always the promise that, ”… surely we must be able to be repair it?”, the necessary ‘mending’ never materialized until eventually, the broken pieces of spout were lost, never to be found; though I suspect they are residing in another seldom used kitchen item that’s skulking somewhere in the depths of a cupboard.
And so today, after once more expressing frustration at the teapot blocking a direct route to a more frequently used kitchen item, this time a large, earthenware casserole dish the wife needed for Sunday Lunch, the crippled teapot, dejected and unused, never to see Earl Grey, Ceylon or even a common Teabag again, was finally ejected from the house to brave the elements in the garden on the rockery; where it will keep company with the stone tortoise, several other damaged pots and of course, the lizards.
As incongruous as it may seem at first glance, once you have noticed it a few times after going up and down the garden path, I think it suits its new home, if not to a Tea, then surely to a ‘T’.