Succulents, Seashells and Yarnbombing
The evolution of a cypress hedge to a yarn-bombed succulent garden is an exercise in the pursuit of happiness. It took my husband and son a few days to tear down the hedge and uproot the gnarly wood from the soil. Then, I planted the succulents. Each of my succulents came from someone I know - my mother, an aunt, a friend or a co-worker. It reminds me of a gardener friend who once said that all her friends are like the flowers in her garden. Each one is unique, and each one brings a different beauty to her life. The shells came from beaches in San Diego, and from a collection of our travels along the coast when the kids were younger and we took a lot of road trips. The sticks came from pruned branches from the bougainvillea and pepper trees from our yard. I let them dry for a few weeks, then knit little skinny scarves to wrap them around. Voila! A year later, a garden that makes me smile!