I wanted to watch birds–maybe take a photo, or ten–but the birds weren’t interested. I’d heard them when I was inside, so came outside to watch.
The birds absconded from my garden. They retired from their aerial runway for that evening.
As I sat, photographically dejected, I observed this Ghost plant, Graptopetalum paraguayense, charming rosettes all cheery and eager for attention, just a few feet away.
There’s something pure spring about the green of this plant. As I was pondering the lack of spring bird migration (that’s been a thing this year), I was rewarded with the company of these lush, friendly, spring-like plants. Interestingly, Ghost plants show a range of coloring–green, to grey, to tinged with pink–depending upon sun exposure and time of year. I grow quite a few ghosts, popped thoughtlessly in various pots around my garden; they’re stupidly easy to grow.
This crew sits in morning sun and next to a bench–the bench where I watch birds.
Or is it the bench where I appreciate ghosts?
Today, I’m joining in with Anna’s Wednesday Vignette for springtime, and all kinds, of musings.