Pots and Pugs

A local house-and-garden store near our house is going out of business in a few days. That's the bad news. The good news is, they have been slashing prices for the past several weeks.

They started out at 30 percent off everything. I took note but didn't jump in.

Then they dropped everything to 50 percent off. I went in and looked around but didn't bite.

Last weekend, however, they hacked the prices down to 70 percent off, and I pounced.

I bought six of these gorgeous, big, aqua-glazed garden pots for a pittance:

Here, my shoes give you a sense of how big these beauties are (the pots--not my feet!):

I intend to plant herbs in these babies soon.

The pots have a classic shape, a rolled rim, and a beautiful scattering of speckles.

The glaze is crackled in some places:

and flows slightly in others:

The glaze continues inside each pot, where it ends in yummy-looking drips, like melted turquoise ice cream:

The pots attracted the attention of the pugs, of course. Nothing that invades "their" garden goes unexamined:

Mu Shu moves in for a closer investigation.

Monkey see, monkey do, Pao Pao .

All checked out! You may proceed to plant the pots, mom.

Only, please...

Could you first lift us out before you pour in the dirt?