The most beautiful time of the year for succulents has come around again

Thanks to smart_roger for the material

Who said the flowers are the same year after year? After going through that blazing heat, the original poster once wanted to quit the hobby

Many veterans that had been with the original poster for more than 3 years did not make it through this summer. I resent heaven's cruelty, and I also blame my own giving up. Several hundred pots of flowers turned into empty pots in a single summer. After so many twists and turns, I only dared to buy some common varieties after autumn set in, just to ease the regret.

The old hand's cart kept rolling faster and faster, and by winter there was no holding back. All at once it returned to the scale of spring, except that many varieties you want to find again simply cannot be found.

Who said the flowers are the same year after year? This year's summer became the swan song for so many people. Those who remain in the Sedum rabbit hole truly are true lovers. This year I never dared to take photos, because before that many pots were empty, and my heart was empty too. Friends who once bought and bought together have all jumped out of the succulent rabbit hole. But how many things in life are worth your protection?

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.

Over the weekend I was at home tidying the plant shelves, with a feeling of a world apart. The lines from The Peony Pavilion kept ringing in my ears: What can be done about such a beautiful day, whose garden holds these sorrowful joys. This year it is not only that the flowers differ year after year, but that the people differ year after year too. Perhaps it will be hard to return to the brilliant blaze of reds and purples of those years.