On a mission to transform our garage space into an oasis of green, I worked most of Sunday just digging in with the weeds. More plants have been added to the haven, nearly all are of the succulent variety. Here’s a new friend.
I’m in love with the soft silver fuzz…
I planted all of the succulents that were in my bridal bouquet. They root in pots at my kitchen window. Peripheral, they soak in the warmth of dinner time.
I heat miso soup on the stove and make chard cakes from our garden harvest. The Bohemian talks to a Czech friend , that beautiful, foreign language rolling from his tongue, mingling with soup steam.
One rose-like floret, thick and lush, calls me from my chopping. There’s symmetry in bloom. Two perfect drops of water, cupped.
The Bohemian must have watered. It looks like new growth. I believe the succulents are taking hold.
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