Plant pots
I walked past a bunch of junk which had been piled up on the pavement. There were broken chairs, an old mattress, parts of tables and some overflowing boxes. An apartment had been cleared out. Toward the edge of the pile I spotted four large terracotta plant pots. They were too big to be ignored. I moved a bit of this and a bit of that. I emptied out the leftover soil and roots from several of them. I stacked the four pots neatly one inside the other. They were all in perfect condition. There were five large saucers too so I stacked those and placed them upside down on the four pots. I lifted the whole pile and began my walk home. I did not get very far. The pots which I admired for their large size were heavy. The saucers on the top were sliding a bit from side to side. I stopped to rest and wondered what I was doing. Just because the pots were there on the street did not mean that I had to take them. It seemed a terrible waste to leave them to be broken but really I did not need these pots. I do not live here. No one I know has a great need for these big pots. Most people are happy to go and buy a flower pot when and if they need one. People in the country like to have a good selection of plant containers in different sizes. People in the city never have enough space. They would no doubt prefer to have space than a bunch of big empty pots. Since I could not carry all of them, I decided to take none of them. While I was having this conversation with myself, I looked down and saw that my entire front was covered with soil and mud. The drizzle of rain had turned the old potting material to mud and I was wearing it. EVH
notes from an urban hibernation 
that must have been most becoming in the heart of paree!