When my parents bought their present house a few years ago they found a rusty old toy truck in the attic.
Last year I packed the little truck with earth and planted marigold seeds in it, hoping it would blossom with a riot of flowers.
While I was waiting for my profusion of marigolds, I noticed a garden along the road that had achieved exactly the sort of effect I was after.
Unfortunately, the result in the truck was rather less abundant than I had been hoping for.
I still dream of a flourishing truckful of blooms, so perhaps I should have another bash at it.