In winter, when the extravagances of Christmas have all been spent and spring is still a good long way off, I often need a breath of fresh air.
There is nothing like a parade of fresh-faced succulents, in all their sweet geometric precision and tender green perfection, to cleanse my spirits and set me right again.
I don't need to buy them. It's enough just to rest my eyes on their humble, hopeful selves, and I'm ready to march on.
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I wrote this snippet months ago but, for reasons unknown to me now, filed it away as a draft and forgot all about it till I stumbled upon it today.
Winter is long gone. Spring and summer too. Autumn is in full swing and we are mid-way through October.
And while my original thoughts still ring true, I would add now that there is no time of year - no season, no frame of mind - that is not enhanced by a tidy row of leafy geometric perfection.
The simple truth is that succulents make me happy every single day of the year.
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In my opinion, you can never have too many succulents, and you can never have too many stories about succulents. Here are a few to choose from:
Court And Kylee's Succulent Party
Succulent Season
Franklin Park Conservatory
Confessions Of A Crazy Plant Lady
Pallet Possibilities
Another Rainy Day
Growing Things
This Is War
All In A Day's Work
Design Dilemmas
Wait For It
Shopping Spree
Saturday Spring Satisfaction
Sprouts
Tiny Tinsel Tree
Biology 101
Little Things
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