I have a large plant pot near my front door that has been bare for a while. The lack of plants is not because I was not trying. The shrub I had planted there six months ago never took but I watered it and wished for it to come back. The shrub had other plans, though, and turned a lovely shade of yellow before skipping town.
Mom has come to the rescue. Her green thumb has graced my front door and now the house shouts "Welcome!" instead of the previous "eh".
Even the lovely bunnies holding up the pot were a gift from mom several years ago. I don't know how she does it but everything seems to work perfectly together.