Succulents are so interesting, attractive and tough. I don’t know what any of the ones in my garden are called, mainly because I have picked them up in my travels. A stalk from a roadside here, a bit from someone’s garden there, one from the green waste pile at the tip. You just snap a piece off and stick it in the ground when you get home, et voilà, it grows. They all have such wonderful structure and colour. I particularly like the red stripe on the edge of the leaves of this one. I envisage the grass in my garden being slowly taken over by randomly acquired succulents.
I look out on my new back yard and see a myriad of possibilities. I have inherited two large raised veggie boxes replete with greens and herbs – lettuce, rainbow chard, thyme, parsley, rocket, dill, oregano and other leafy greens – but the rest of the garden is really a blank slate. Flat and north facing, there is ample room to plant fruit trees, make pathways and spaces, playing with lines and textures created with living, growing things. I will take inspiration from the fabulous gardens of places like Chenonceau and plant with delusional optimism as my little patch of earth takes shape.