The Family
There are four of them so far. They live on windowsills, desks and the shelf by the front door, and they are all related — loosely, in the way families are.
Nana ☕
The one who started it. Rocking chair, tiny cup of something hot, and the expression of a person who has seen everything and is not worried about any of it. She is the heaviest of the four, so she stays exactly where you put her.
Ollie 🎸
Nana's oldest grandchild. He has been practising the same three chords for months and remains extremely pleased with himself about all of them. The ukulele is part of the piece — nothing to attach.
Pip 🌿
Ollie's younger sister. She claimed the window seat on day one and has not given it up. Hangs on a little rope swing with her legs dangling, usually with light behind her.
Bean 🫘
The smallest. No instrument, no furniture, no opinions — just a face, two legs and the air of having arrived somewhere nice. Fits in the gap next to the kettle.
The one rule they all follow
Every pot has a real drainage hole, drilled through the base. Most novelty planters are moulded shut, which looks fine for a week and then quietly kills whatever is inside. Ours drain, so the plant lives and the joke lasts longer than the plant would have.