#succulent

Since mum went to the market early, most of the economy rice stalls were still preparing the dishes so she bought home half a Roasted Duck. Rather than getting the flavoured rice, she opted for the healthier plain white rice which has no oil in it. I preferred their more robust dry chilli paste rather than the watery version which they always try to include in the takeaway.

The 1920’s: Jazz lingers around every street corner. Flappers are redefining fashion. And Art Deco is reaching it’s peak in popularity. Jacques Majorelle, son of a celebrated furniture designer, was accustom to these times. He was a French painter, the ultimate romantic. When Majorelle started having heart problems in his early 20’s, he decided to find refuge in the unknown. Marrakech, Morocco.

Morocco is vastly different from Majorelle’s homeland of France. He replaced rolling, green hills with palm trees sprinkled on a red backdrop. The cool, crisp mornings are replaced with slow, sun drenched days. Years flew by and in 1923 he bought a palm grove just outside the city center. Nowadays, Majorelle is not know for his pantings, but instead, his greatest work: the garden. A special color of blue, used extensively around the garden, now bears his name - Majorelle Blue.

In 1980, two decades after Majorelle’s death, fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent purchased the garden. He visited the gardens for many years saying it gave him the “unlimited source of inspiration”. He kept the with the traditional Majorelle Blue and hired a dedicated staff to help the garden flourish.

Right: Portrait of a young Jacques Majorelle // Left: Saint Laurent designing in his office at Majorelle Garden

Scattered among the cactus are tranquil, turquoise ponds. Lotus flowers fragrant the air with sweetness. Small, winding paths lead to secret alcoves. While other paths lead you to the bold, bright blue building that stands firmly in the center of the garden.

With one step inside the garden, the bustling city behind you becomes silent. Fair warning, you might never want to leave this place. The garden where so many artists spent their lives escaping to. The oasis where serenity is prevalent. Welcome to the masterpiece that is the Jardin Majorelle.

My collection is changed so much! My teal pot dream is becoming reality. Still have like 10 small pots that aren’t teal to replace. How have you guys been? Send me your questions and comments!

Hiiii. It’s been forever.

Who is still obsessed with succulents??

Artist, entrepreneur, plant lady.

A leaf from my Bear Paw succulent. I got it several months ago and I overwatered it. Thankfully it survived and now growing some new paws

I never noticed it before, but it has a mild stink. My daughter said it smelled like spit I’d have to agree.

regrowth