On Saturday morning, my adored wooden-wastebasket-turned-planter took a bad turn.
It exploded. There's no other way to say it
I'm assuming that the wooden slats absorbed enough moisture to blow out one of the seams and bust the whole side loose from the base.
Definitely not a pretty sight.
And let's be honest. After going through heaven and earth to,lay my hands on this baby in the first place - go here to read all the twists and turns - it's an understatement to say I grieving this loss.
But I trust that time will heal my wounds.
And now I'm off to find a new home for a certain traumatized cactus. Who knows what pennies from heaven might fall on me this time.