Piddlin’ Surcies | Granny’s Planters

‘pressed while baking my last batch of cookies

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Prior to my piddlin’ days, I would see these greek key cement planters + not think much of them.  They seemed like they were everywhere-a dime a dozen.  Until my Granny passed away + the pair that sat on her ne’er frequented front porch–seemingly year round with potted poinsettias from Christmas past–were gifted to me on my birthday.  Because they were once hers, I now admire them + their iconic style with a certain nostalgia each + every time I step through my door.

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We filled these special vintage planters with a few of my favorites–caladiums + ferns– on Mothers’ Day with my little girl’s help.  I like to think Granny Mabel saw us in action + got a smile out of seeing us finally putting a little dirt in them.  Isn’t it funny how something so mundane can become so meaningful, just by using a small ounce of thought or making the simplest of gestures?

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I hope I get to hold onto these long enough to pass them on to my daughter + I pray she will learn to recognize value in something otherwise ordinary.

| keep piddlin’!

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