I couldn't resist buying a few annuals when I visited a nursery hunting for fruit trees to plant this fall. (And not finding them.)
Next year, I hope to get zinnias into the ground, but for now, just two in pots.
This one on the deck, next to the first geranium I've had in years.
The other one I meant to put on the front porch in a spot where I hoped the mail carrier wouldn't knock it over. But as I was picking up the rain gauge another idea came to me.
The center of the mill stone just seemed to demand that size pot.
Then there's the plant I greeted with glad cries of "Cardinal vine!" and the nursery woman called something else. It has dropped its red flowers in the days since I brought it home, but it has plenty of buds. I had one as a gift from my neighbor in the last place I lived in North Carolina, and if this one goes to seed I'll have many many more next year, for it's quite the weed.
Last but not least, a bell pepper plant. I had looked at this stone planter construction, and wondered what to do with it, besides prop garden carts on it. Nothing permanent, I think, because it looks like it doesn't have any weep holes. But here, I have a vegetable in lots of sun placed too high for the dog to pee on it. Win.