Finally, some signs of life in the sere patch of clay known as our garden! For the first time I am writing to report about plants that are not dying. I know. Shocker. It’s really quite exciting. Several of the succulents I started from cuttings — including those I left in a plastic bag in a corner of our driveway for two weeks before planting them — have started to grow and regenerate. Babies abound! Twins, even!
These guys, for example, did nothing for the longest time. Now a little bud emerges from the one on the right. If you look really closely, there’s a second, tiny one arriving below that.
This is the “stick plant” I nearly drowned with a hose months back when it got infested with aphids. Now it’s got six months “clean and dry.” Voila! Several new green shoots have appeared.
I bought this cactus at a yard sale for five dollars. It was a single post. Look at it now! It’s having quadruplets! Notice the ice plant to the left of it, too? I’ll have to cut it back if I don’t want it to swallow the cactus completely. Will the miracles never cease?
These guys are in a pot on our front steps. Admittedly, the yellow ground cover I put in there with them isn’t doing so well. But the larger occupants are up and running, with their first kid snuggled cozily between them.
This one’s my pride and joy. When I plunked her in the dirt she was just the one blossom. Look at her now! The octomom of succulents! Hopefully she’ll stay off of reality TV. And out of the fertility clinics.
Even what I call my “pea plant” is adding new clusters. Considering that its container is about an inch square and only half-filled with soil, it’s pretty amazing that it’s able to do anything at all other than moan in despair.
Lastly, some “sticks of fire” with tiny new flames. Happy birthday, babies!
By the way, Wikipedia says these plants, too, can be poisonous if ingested. (move over, oleanders!) They can even cause temporary blindness if rubbed in the eyes. (So, for that matter, can a toothbrush.) But it also claims that euphorbia — the plant’s fancy name — is being studied for its potential as a fuel alternative. I will forgive sticks of fire its toxicity, then, and try shoving some in my gas tank next time I’m on reserve.
In the meantime, keep up the good work, my drought-resistant friends! And let me know where you’re all registered! It’s so hard to shop for babies these days.