These days not having my Dad around is really a difficult thing for me and I would be happy if he was here saying I can't do this or that believe me.
But...What is good about not having him around to tell me what I can't do? Well this would be one thing. He would be saying...Oh that old piece of junk why would you want that? I would say well it would make a nice planter. He would just shake his head. Since he isn't here to say I can't do it, then of course that is the first thing I had to do. I had my brother drag the old seeder up to my house and then I had my son get me a load of loam with the backhoe. He is having a fun time playing with all the equipment. He does really well with it actually. He must get that from his Grandpa.
Anyhow...after I got the thing filled with loam I dug holes and filled them with potting soil and then I planted it with mums. I got them at the 99 cent store. So hopefully they will be o.k. and grow and fill in. They looked really healthy and were not root bound at all. I think it turned out pretty nice.
I am sure my Dad is looking down on me and still shaking his head, but smiling at the way it all came together. Thanks Dad! I miss you!