At last. Finally, it feels as if Spring has arrived on the west coast. On brighter mornings 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 in a 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.
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.