When I see a succulent, I often wonder if I’m drawn to it because, of all plants, I’m less likely to kill it through neglect.
Hardy little things they are; they can survive without water for very long periods, take a bump or two, and bring a zen zing to any room.
I have a hunch my love for succulents may also be about the word itself and how it lends its plump and full meaning to other aspects of life.
It’s all about the good stuff – acknowledging it, appreciating it, revelling in it.
I love this succulent life.
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