I fell in love with this garden cart the day Betty Gardner gave it to me in Stow, Ohio, back in the 1980s. She couldn't garden anymore, so she passed it along to use in my first garden. For years it dutifully carried dirt, mulch and manure to and from the garden. Much easier than using a wheelbarrow, I thought, although I never bought another.
The bottom started to rot as it aged and it was unable to hold loads of organic matter anymore. I didn't have the heart to throw it away because it reminds me of Betty. Last fall, I resurrected it from the garage and filled it with compost in anticipation of spring. I placed it in the corner of the vegetable garden.
After planting most of my lettuce and pansies, I took what was left and added them to the new container.
That rotted bottom is what makes this old garden cart a great container. Drainage is mandatory and those holes will let cool spring rains run through the compost. It's big enough though, that it won't dry out quickly when summer comes.
You might not think it's pretty, but it doesn't have to be. It's a reminder of an old friend who loved to garden.