Gardening is my meditation. It renews me, calms me, uplifts my mood. The dirtier I get, the happier I am. I live in Los Angeles with a no rain situation. Watering a garden is not a good idea. Lawns, uh-uh. Flower beds, out.

That was all ok because  we moved about six months ago and the ground floor, super pretty, large rooms, with plenty of closets and a great kitchen, had no garden.

NO GARDEN. 😦

It does have a driveway however, and a small strip of a gardenish path on our side of the driveway. (eyebrows raised and cherish cat grin)  So I decided I would have my version of some kind of putter in the drivewaygardenthingyarea, some how.

I conferred with my girlfriend Victoria. “What will grow here honey?” I nervously asked.

“Succulents darling and I have plenty.” Turns out that succulents are drought resistant, meaning don’t need much agua and they don’t need to root to be planted. One can chop or hack a succulent or cactus anywhere on it and basically shove it into the ground. Yay. Week after week she brought me recycled grocery bags full of cuttings, that I caressed and carefully placed into the dirt, sprinkled rocks and pebbles and shells from my beloved east coast beach trips and before I knew it – I had a garden.

A recycled, drought resistant, fairy tale storyish garden. I am so happy.