Don’t cry over cracked eggs

I opened a new carton of eggs this morning and found three broken eggs.  Boo.

Then I remembered something I saw last weekend when Scott and I toured some green(ish) homes. 

I filled the eggshells with a little bit of activated charcoal and potting soil, gathered some moss from the yard, and made these little cuties. 

I don’t know how long they will last.  I suppose I’ll mist them when they seem dry and we’ll see what happens.

They look lovely on the shelf above my sink.