Begonia’s Smiles

I’ve never been one to be interested in plants, which I owe in part to my selfish nature. Caring for something other than yourself only comes through humility, I’m afraid - so it’s been a long time coming. Recently though, I’ve become addicted to taking care of my plants. I’ll even “let them out” like a dog or cat, if I feel like they haven’t gotten enough sun for the day. After my blue bonnets died a month or so ago, like a 5 year old who’se just lost a pet, I decided I needed a replacement. And preferably another burst of color to enliven the dungeon in which I live.

Enter, the begonias.

While my pot will probably end up coming from Big Lots, I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t spring for a hand made clay pot this weekend at the Walden Artisan Market.

Also In love with this earthenware pot by madebysamantha. Handmande and available for purchase on Etsy.

Stephie always does an amaing job with glazes.  Maybe I’ll comission a begonia pot.

Or, maybe this is my chance to learn to throw clay on my own!  If I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.

Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. - Isaiah 64:8