12 Nov 2012
I come from very green thumbed stock I do. My Mum has that wondrous ability to cajole leafy things back from the brink. A happy day to her is one where bucket loads of mulch are filled and spread with care around grateful plant friends; a day where her hands get dirty.
One would assume that an innate love of growing things would have naturally filtered down into me via the umbilical cord but alas, a gardener I am not. At least I was not. Perseverance, alot of reading, quite a few sacrificial specimens and a deep desire to open up the world of nature for my babies has led to more successes than failures. I am growing things.
I'm enjoying the minute evolutions; a bud to a flower, a flower to a fruit. I'm relishing the zeal with which she examines these living, breathing organisms. The way he digs his fingers deep into the turned earth. I'm remembering to water them....most of the time.
What are you growing? Are you having success? I'd love to know.
These chipped Pyrex bowls were uncovered at the op shop. They were unusable in the kitchen but too lovely to pass up! We added a good handful of rocks for some drainage, some potting mix and some hardy succulents. I'm proud to say that these photos were taken quite a while ago and these lovelies are still thriving. Being desert plants is probably their saving grace.