Happy Place

My garden is a space to experiment and nourish my soul. This is my second year of growing something beyond tomatoes and herbs.

After our holiday, (the first half of 2019 has been hell, multitude waves of illnesses. Even on vacation The Creature spiked a fever.) I was feeling fed up. My babies were growing so fast and I was spiraling down the depression vortex of doom. A place I am constantly trying to escape.

I took seeds and planted them. As they grow the vortex slow down. I am having more good days. I am not sure if gardening is my new hobby or just a way to reconnect to life again. In any case, it continues to help me through the dark days.

My father-in-law made a beautiful raised bed for us. Filled with zucchini, three sunflowers, and one melon.

Looting…

As of late I have been finding joy in plants. Along with my garden, house plants have brightened my life. I have read online about propagating succulents from leaves that people have collected for big box stores.

John and the Tilda Beast napped in the car (We were heading home from a kids birthday party. One that included being shot in the eye with a water toy by a very rambunctious little boy.) Maya and I ventured forth on our quest. Like most five year olds, she loves to fill her pockets with treasure she finds during her day. I asked the employee’s of Home Depot if I could take anything on the ground or the trays. With the approval of small cluster of employees (Not sure what you call a flock of orange apron clad employees.) we started a treasure hunt.

Soon our pockets swelled with discarded leaves, dead flowers, and small parts of plants that have been broken off. I have no idea what I am really doing. Even if none of these leaves propagate I had a blast looting with my daughter. We’re also give these cast offs a second chance.

**While writing this I learned that the aloe does not propagate this way.**