I wish I could do that which sounds like all the gardening I ever did, even in my prime. But after a bad fall and with 3 pins in my hip, I had to give up standing on one leg to use a spade. And so, welcome to container gardening. Or planting in pots. Last summer I was sitting on my deck, surrounded by pots, feeling sorry for myself, missing my ‘real’ garden and watching a daddy long legs. Then a hummingbird came to sample the heucheras and as I got up I almost stepped on a leaf which hopped, a baby toad. Not perhaps the Garden of Eden, but welcome home to my new real garden.