Once upon a time my mother sat on my patio and counted the number of garden pots I had. Then she added the ones in the front. There was the embarrassingly large number of 67. But, as you know, my feeling is that nothing succeeds like excess!
I’m embarrassed further to tell you that just on the patio, even after a severe sort and throw and a lot of winter damage, there are still 52 pots. There’s at least another dozen in the front of the house!