This was the first succulent I ever bought. I got it out of someone's garage on Father's day. It was five bucks and came with a clay pot and some chocolate Easter eggs. That was five years ago now. I think I made a good financial decision.
Now I have quite a few hanging out on my window sill. They're all very different and I often wonder why I pay so much attention to them.
This particular one has been squeeking along ever since I grew it from a discarded cutting I found in a nursery. It's funny how we anthropomorphize things in our daily life. I've heard of people giving their plants names and personalities. I always find myself feeling sorry for the ones that I keep outside for the winter months.
