Of the six succulents sitting on my windowsill, five are real and one is not. Let’s call this, Which Ones Do I Water? Seriously, I’ve forgotten which one isn’t going to die without proper hydration. So much for my gardening skills, right?
I had a wonderful time hanging out at Tallahassee Nursery yesterday. I’d signed up for a workshop on the planting and care of succulents, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I might’ve even learned a thing or two.
Here was the first container I selected, but it didn’t have a hole in the bottom to facilitate drainage, so I had to find a hole-y one.
The event was well attended with long tables holding all the requisite supplies set up under sprawling oak trees:
After selecting my plants I arranged them in my hole-y planter and looked around the delightful grounds of Tallahassee Nursery with friends. That’s Julie admiring a gazing ball.
We went for lunch afterwards and then I headed home to Doright Manor. Here is the end product of my workshop experience. It wasn’t the prettiest arrangement created, but it’s mine. Now all I have to do is keep the plants alive.
On the spur of the moment I registered to attend a workshop offered by Tallahassee Nursery on planting and caring for succulents. My understanding is that for a small fee ($5.00) participants will come away with a planter and a few choice plants. Today (Saturday) is the big day. I’ll take some photos of my finished project and publish them tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’m savoring the way the word “succulent” rolls off the tongue in a most satisfying manner. I do not have a green thumb, but I’m hoping my succulents will have
a forgiving nature if I croon to them:
“Succulents, oh succulents, your leaves aren’t all that opulent.
At least you are not truculent, and to me you’re almost heaven sent.”
Hope the plants appreciate how difficult that was to rhyme.