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.
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.
It’s finally heeeeere! All these years of collecting succulent scraps and discarded leaves, stumps, and clippings is finally paying off! As a sucker for succulents, this is MAJOR. It’s not groundbreaking, and many have done it, but the fact that it’s finally a part of my life is MONUMENTAL, folks!
Somebody’s got a green thumb.
And by somebody, I’m referring to my mother. I’ve hailed mom as the biggest artistic inspiration in my life before. This also applies to her earthy, nurturing instincts and ability to grow anything, anywhere. Continue reading