I am born to farm.
Ever since I first
picked out and planted pink petunias with my mom,
nibbled fresh strawberries in my grandmother's garden, or
ran a hand cultivator under our hostas and then turned the hose on them to watch the running water seep deep into the sandy soil,
I have felt a special energy surging through my soul.
I love growing things.
I love to tend growing things
I love to surround myself with big, beautiful green growing things and drink in their majesty.
My second-born has inherited the same green-thumb DNA, to be sure, so when we found ourselves with a free afternoon in Columbus, we knew exactly what we wanted to do.
We headed to the local conservatory to visit some plants.
^ Greenery bursts through the fence, a welcome sight.
^ Visitors lounge among the plants in bright light.
^ Tender green creepers spill against the sturdy stone.
^ Topiary elephants. My mind was blown
^Huge curvy leaves as big as my hand.
^ Vines spill down and fronds rise up in this airy land.
^ Split leaves 4 dayz.
^ Purple orchid haze.
^ Me walking through, amidst the deep green.
^ Plump little jade plant, fresh and clean.
^ Green and white ribbons shoot out from the center.
^ White dots on green fingers stand up together.
^ Chunky barrel cacti, in the sunshine they doze.
^ A pot full of succulents feature my toes.
^ Prickly cacti with a single pink bloom.
^ A rusty old smokestack attached to a room.
^ The form of the old sturdy greenhouse stands clear.
^Among the white pipes trail tiny ivies dear.
^ The trees in the palm room soar to great heights.
^ And the look from the outside is plain out of sight.
^ These sculptural sails look ready to fly.
^ Pink flowered flamingos nod and wink their eyes.
^ Every green thing I saw at the conservatory park
Reminds me that I am a farmer at heart.
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In my opinion, you can never have too many succulents, and you can never have too many stories about succulents. Here are a few to choose from: