Comes in the form of the wind last night, pushing my rectangle terra cotta pot full of agave, off the railing to plummet to it’s death. 
Here is where they were.
Here is where they landed.
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Comes in the form of the wind last night, pushing my rectangle terra cotta pot full of agave, off the railing to plummet to it’s death.
Here is where they were.
Here is where they landed.
That is a sad, sad site! …but I’m sure you’ve re-potted them already and hopefully they’re non-the-worse for wear!
I haven’t! Soo bad i know… I’ve been watching the dirt pile on my driveway melt into the street instead!
Bummer. Though, the pot is probably dead, but the agaves look alright.
Ya, they are fine… still there I’m ashamed to say. I didn’t want to move them until I buy a new pot – but my agastache they fell into are getting pissed. They give me the stink eye every time I walk by.
Don’cha just hate it when gravity wins?