Someone hide my credit card STAT.
I know, I said STAT. IN ALL CAPS. That’s because I really mean it this time. Folks, step into San Francisco’s succulent lovers’ sanctuary. Appropriately named and perfectly located, Succulence is not to be missed if you’re crazy about cacti and other drought tolerant hotties.
I caved and went to the evil blue and yellow home goods giant. You see, I’m on this air plant/tillandsia kick and I can’t stop coming up with ways to display these little suckers (that won’t kill them this time).
Whenever I go to yoga, I do everything in my power to tune out the outside world and the 101,345,678 thoughts racing through my jet-fueled mind.
Once in a while Most of the time, I’m unsuccessful. During my most recent practice, I was fixated on air plants.
Gardening heaven has a name and it’s called Flora Grubb Gardens in San Francisco. This is the real deal, folks. I’m still twitching from my experience.