On the verandah were plants that reached up past the cedar railings and branched out gleefully into the sun, enjoying their fair-weather home. Typical Gian though, the pots were works of art in their own right - every one a pleasing shape and glazed in the same vibrant shades of blue he accented his home with. Some were like snapshots of midnight and ribbed like waves; others were classical with the brilliant cyan glaze clinging to them like animal skin and dripping down the sides to add just the right dash of chaos to give it an organic feel. Against the deep browns these simple pots were stunning just as he knew they would be when he stood in the store. The soil tops were casually covered in sea pebbles and shells, that's my Gian, always mentally at the beach...