Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach It's tell-tale blush within my reach It's that time of year again A peach to die for and then I have to have another, The ultimate peach, brother! Sweet, succulent Elberta peach It's tell-tale blush within my reach
I killed my cactus, distressed and helpless; it'll never survive regardless.
I watered it more than I should, for some reason it withstood; as more affection is never no-good, but intentions are often misunderstood.
one time I changed its *** and had a second afterthought. I then changed its soil, yet I'm stuck in a turmoil. these weren't the changes I seek, for I loathe its spines - so cluttered and bleak.
maybe I should have gotten a tiny potted succulent, or plants with stinger; perhaps I never even had the green fingers.
I have friends who were stuck in an unconventional relationship - abusive. they believe they were changing each other for the better but couldn't differentiate their wrongs and rights. ---- side note: was asking opinions on what hobbies I should take up, some friends suggested caring for succulents - told them I couldn't even keep a cactus alive.
Kalanchoë, finally you bloom! Welcome little foreigner, To the corner of my room. With frangipani flame And crocus-gold effulgent. Strains past succulent skin Joyous, ebullient! Though your petals grow Just to hold it in, Fiery blood escapes Past watery blocks of ester-swell And you exult with me In a wintry cell.
Dedicated to the first bloom of a pretty plant that feared might never bloom, which finally treated me to one blossom in winter.
Im a plant too much sun and I wither too much shade I wilt keep me by the window where you work where the morning sun is filtered through blinds where you wont always be but will be consistently enough place me where you forget me but remember just enough to smile and water me
I am a succulent not a hardy cactus but a rosette too much attention too little attention a drop of water at the wrong time and im dying then gone