When I was a child, my grandmother would never throw away a cracked pot. She’d tuck it under the porch, waiting for the right plant or the right moment. Today, I find myself doing the same, but with a twist—succulents, those resilient little wonders that seem to thrive on neglect and sunshine. Last weekend, I rescued a broken clay pot from the garage, its jagged edge reminding me of all the things we try to fix in life. I nestled a few plump echeverias and trailing sedums into the crevices, letting the shards create natural terraces. The result was surprisingly beautiful, like a miniature canyon garden. But here’s where the generations split: my daughter thinks it’s quirky and modern, a nod to upcycling and sustainability. My neighbor, on the other hand, shakes her head—she prefers neat rows and perfect symmetry, the way gardens used to look in our small town. She worries the HOA will complain about the "messy" look, while I see it as a celebration of imperfection and renewal. This spring has been unusually dry, and these succulents barely need a sip of water—a blessing in our changing climate. Still, some folks argue that native wildflowers would be better for the bees, while others just want a green lawn, no matter the cost. As I sit on my porch, watching the sun set behind my patchwork pot, I wonder: are we clinging to old rules, or making space for new beauty? Maybe there’s room for both. What do you think—should we let go of tradition, or hold tight to what we know? #gardeningmemories #succulentdebate #brokenpotbeauty #Gardening