Rosebuds, seedlings, and my succulent baby book...

This morning I visited my friend Harriett Lake, who not only supports my artwork, but collects water bottles for me. She is not able to  get out as much as she used, so I brought along a bit of the outdoors. I put together a hanging vase blinged out with a vintage pin.

To my mind, there isn't anything more hopeful than seedlings and flower buds. (Don't mind the onion my photograph. Van gogh found onions to symbols of hope as well as flower bulbs so he painted both.)

I included a stem of sedum that was bursting with babies like this:

After a little visit, I left with a box of bottles and a heart full of inspiration. Harriett is so kind and uplifting. I think I might have grown a few inches taller, or maybe I just started looking up.

This afternoon in an effort to be thrifty, I took a trip to the library. Not only did I not remember the library is closed on Friday, I didn't remember today is Friday. Not to be undone, I journeyed to a couple of nurseries to expand my succulent collection. 

Natalie gave me cute succulent notecards for Christmas, and last spring Danielle sent me a succulent wall garden. I guess they planted the seed for my being smitten with them. I especially enjoy seeing the babies arrive. I will close with a succulent baby book from my plant collection.

The plant pictured above is called something like flapjack or fry pan, but with those babies underneath, I think it should be called a penguin plant. While we are on the subject of names, the clerk thought the one in the photo to the right  is called "Drunken Cactus" because the shoots look like bottles. I'm wondering about that. Maybe it's called Drunken Cactus because you would have to be a little tipsy to think these claw like shapes look like bottles.

These little guys pop out from the side of a larger cluster. And look Twins!