Marriage is a long series of compromises. Here is a good example. The previous owner of our place we lovingly refer to as Acorn Acres had placed a cast iron bathtub at the entrance to the driveway next to the mailbox, which she painted red and filled with plastic, pastel-colored flowers.
My husband wanted to haul it away but I BEGGED him not to. I loved it. After all, it matched our red windmill, red mailbox, and the red workshop door; however, I agreed the plastic plants had to go!
Well, for years my husband has dreamed of growing pumpkins, and more than anything, he wants to give them away to kids (as in free) at Halloween time. I don’t particularly care for pumpkin (except the seeds, which I roast). For our first growing season at Acorn Acres, my husband insisted we include pumpkins in our greenhouse seedling project.
“Ugh, fine!” was my response.
We now have a unique and creative planter filled with beautiful pumpkin plants.
Here are pictures of the compromise we struck.