If I still lived in Lexington KY, we'd call that a Lenny. Why isn't my trash company naming the containers and making them sing and dance on television and sending me Christmas cards from them? Where is the imagination here?
I can still sing Rosie Wastenot's song about how recycling is a breeze in the bluegrass. I cannot seem to find that on video, which makes sense since in researching this digression, I learned that the "separate your glass" portion of the song is no longer relevant.
Holy smokes! Lexington introduced the newest member of the Wastenot family, Lily! Six years ago! (How often do you find yourself looking up information on refuse collection in a place you lived ten years ago? This is news for me.)
Okay, anyway, I was putting the bag of food scraps into the Lenny-alike and I got distracted (can you believe that?) by the hostas. Because one of them is going to bloom! (Spoiler: maybe not now.)
So, I was busy being impressed with myself and wondering why I don't know offhand what a hosta's flower looks like. And also whether I should move them to a more prominent location or if I shouldn't mess with success and when I opened the lid of the Lenny-alike, I totally knocked the whole pot off the rail.
It's a plastic pot. And clearly, the soil was not as wet as I suspected. Hooray for ninety degree days, I suppose.
I did my best to put it back together. I was reminded of one of my cousins telling me about my mom digging up some hostas from her yard (which originally came from our grandma's yard) to give a cousin for their yard (honestly, I do not remember which cousin to even give this person a gender), and how cavalierly she handled them.
I am hopeful that mine from the nursery turn out to be as hardy as the ones we've been passing through our family for the last umpteen generations. And if not, at least one of the ones in another pot is also threatening to bloom, so I might still get to see it happen even if these don't work out after I flung them from the porch.
PS: I moved them to a less precarious, equally shaded, position. I only put them back up on the rail so I wouldn't have to try to negotiate the yard and its spiders and all while carrying a potted plant