
Another traumatic memory from my not-so-distant past.
I reach for the door handle, end up taking down the entire plant stand – nowhere near it, literally on a countertop by the kitchen sink – instead.
And there goes my favourite ceramic pots… shattered on the floor.
Needless to say, the plant stand has been removed from this location in the hopes of my poor pots (and basil farm!) living to see as many days as they can.
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