Before Gus was born, I found this old, rusty metal chicken coop at an antique store and thought it would make a really cool toy bin. (Insert your bad parenting judgements here.) Eric quickly vetoed that idea, so it got demoted to the backyard. Where it sat. For nine years. Behind our shed. Until this spring.
I moved it onto the deck and planted impatients inside the coop holes. Doesn't it look gorgeous? I've never been able to plant impatients anywhere at our house because they require so much shade. Now I have the perfect spot.