spring succulents

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_7.jpgIMG_8.jpgIMG_6.jpg IMG_9.jpgEarlier last month I went on a succulent shopping spree. Having killed the majority of my plants over the past year, I feel as if I now have a firm grasp on what not to do when trying to grow succulents. With some extra help from a few friendly workers at Home Depot, and this wonderful article from Kinfolk Magazine, I am feeling effervescent (my word of the day). Lookout, Spring, here I come.

“Often by April the snow has melted, to return to the prairie, one hopes, only for brief periods. It is a season of muted colour that holds a special beauty.”


The above quote comes from Courtney Milne, Prairie Light
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  1. Emory, love this post! Succulents are the best! I love the variety of the different pots, so cute and interesting!

    Thanks for checking out my blog post on painted terra cotta pots!

  2. Love that lace skirted planter… great idea! Such pretty bits of springiness :) ❤

  3. Lovely :)

  4. So much to love about succulents! Looks like you planted them well in proper planters. We hope ours don’t die without a hole for water to drain!

  5. Emory, thanks so much for you kind words on my blog! I love how you used your succulents here. Simple and very tasteful! Hooray for spring!

  6. Mum

     /  04/01/2014

    Succulent. Makes you want to eat the word. Yes Emma you pay wayyyy too much attention to them. Little water and ignore. Let them do their thing.

  7. Ooh lovely! From my experience, I say don’t overwater them, and otherwise they should be all fine. Good luck! :-)

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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