At last. Spring has arrived to the west coast. Over at the alice and molly castle, I plant. Some mornings call for mindless pursuits, such as placing a succulent into a tiny planter, in between sips of black coffee, all the while, catching sun beams.
Succulents, or, “starter plants,” are the perfect choice for a mindless morning planting in a potted garden.
The truth is, succulents are for lazy gardeners who prefer simple yet artful plantings. Foolproof, these laid back little lovelies, are easy to grow. I call them, Keepers, as they have been known to live for decades. These babies thrive and can be passed throughout the generations. (My grandmother’s Christmas cacti, is edging upwards of thirty-one years. It’s a timeless reminder of her gentle touch.) Imagine your next family gathering. Send the clan out the door with a cutting from dear old gran’s plant.
Forgiving little beauties, succulents are low maintenance. Allow the plants to dry out between watering. Choose from different shapes and a variety of colours, ranging from dark green, blues, to pinks.
Place your chosen succulent near a sunny window or outside in a bright spot of garden. Sculptural, succulents show off in a variety of containers or rockery edgings. For a swish look, plant a succulent in a silver sugar bowl. If farmhouse style is more to your liking, place a grouping of terra-cotta potted succulents into a low wooden crate. Plant in chippy tea cups. A vintage tobacco tin redeems itself with a succulent’s touch. The big idea is to mix it up. High, low, vintage, modern.
These little, affordable pretties are sure to delight. So go on~ plant a few.
He was my storm
I was his shelter
He, with dagger and compass
I, with torn heart
Stood stone still
A bringer of darkness
I was his light
Shipwrecked and broken
I picked his ruins
Salvaged the grit and the glass
He shivered from fever
I lit the fire
As he dreamed of ships in the night
Of sirens and seas, of pirates and plunder
I polished his pieces, held shards to light
Disturbed and addicted to Aigaios’ charm,
He swanned in the clutches of tempests
I swayed with symphony and sound
He was my storm
I was his shelter
Or was it the other way round?
~ Oceans and Storms
“Linger. Spent peonies remind us that spring is timeless. Old souls know this.”
~ Moments Matter ~ Grace Writes
~Design Book- Shabby Chic Interiors~ Rachel Ashwell
The legends and the myths
Whispered tales of romance and honour
Apparitions in the mystic
Saw Apollo hand the flower to Paeon
While Asclepius, in a flash of rage threatened murder
It’s said that Zeus saved the mortal Paeon, turned him into an exquisite flower
That mischievous nymphs hid in petals
Of Moon Goddess magic which charmed Peony
Who in turn, reflected moonbeams into darkness
And you said, “Darlin. Don’t believe in inexplicable things.”
The sultry voice of a woman filled the small room. Notes rose, hit the ceiling, dropped. Words teased and enchanted as they wrapped humanity. “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny kitchen with passion and spirit, nestled herself into every corner, tucked inside each drawer.
Absorbed in the magic, he forgot last night, forgot time. The notes brought dignity into the room. He bowed, gripped the counter and let his troubles slip off bone.
~ Maybe Love Will Save Us