I have an undeniable addiction to flower pots. I seem to collect them whether I'm at Goodwill or Target...and just about everywhere in between. I'm not at all inspired to plant things this time of year, however - putting beautiful green things in the Phoenix sun might count as cruel and unusual punishment - so the pots have just piled up all over the yard. This stash was especially problematic, since a spider had decorated the whole corner with one of those web-everwhere kind of looks.
Good news: I got the pots moved and the corner cleaned up. Bad news: I met the owner. Good thing he's as antisocial as I am.
I created a temporary but helpful potting shelf outside the garage with an old bookshelf. Now there's one designated place for the empty pots and that blue bin of potting soil.