I bought these two urns from a garden statuary company I do business with, late last spring, thinking they would be perfect for the driveway entrance down at the bottom of the hill. I had already planted up the existing urns down there so I've been very patient about waiting out the summer to replace them. I'd always felt that the two cement planters, although very pretty, were a little too bright in contrast with the black board fence. So, in came the Basset Hall Urns, reproductions straight out of historic Williamsburg, Virginia and made of cast lime stone, also very heavy, but rustic and beautiful, indeed. Yet, every bit, if not more sturdy and weather resistant, because of their cast-lime stone nature, Better still, these lower and wider colonial style urns are also able to hold the tall wrought iron standard forms, originally in the old urns, for added character and decoration.
As heavy as the urns are, we decided that emptying out the dirt would make them a little lighter before lifting them on and off their stone bases and the planting cart. The existing soil also needed some improvement and conditioning anyway by breaking up the old roots left behind and adding fresh potting soil for future plantings. I don't remember the old urns being so heavy, but then again, Peter had Kevin home to help him lift these big babies and I directed. This time, I was Peter's lead assistant while foreman, Tucker, supervised from his usual perch and made it look like it was all easy, peasy, lemon squeezy!
In the meantime, Peter and I will be nursing our backs, hips and knees back to health and looking forward to Thanksgiving and Kevin's holiday homecoming--his back seems to have cast iron hinges--or maybe it's just his youth that keeps him nimble. Whatever it is, I love the new urns. I love the old urns. Planted or not, any time of the year, I love urns!