We had two beds of knee-high aloe at our house in Arizona. Probably like 50 square feet or more of it in total. Because I didn't learn from the nearly 30 pounds of it my sister brought home from college. (It's a convoluted story, but my mom shipped it to her when she left home. That's why I know it weighed 27 pounds with minimal dirt.)
I moved the non-draining pot of succulents to a proper ceramic pot and put it right back where it was. I think it'll be happier for it.
I got a pot of hostas, and now I think I need a million of them, even though I know they spread. I am conflicted on whether I want to get a couple more starts before I plant these in a big pot, or if I should just plant the one in the pot and let it look comically oversized until it either takes off or dies.
I also got a pot of mother-in-law tongue. My last one ended up in a pot with drainage problems and it died a pretty ugly death. I think this time will be different. Except, this morning I tried to plant it and I think I am going to have to cut the nursery pot off of it. I know. Another plant that will expand to take up whatever you've got. I know what I like.
And an azalea that's practically already bush-sized. I think it's going to enjoy life on our porch more than the fussy, fussy fern that preceded it, but maybe not as much as the volunteer aster that grew up in that pot last year. That thing was like six feet tall with zero intervention from me.
There are more. Succulents and flowers and I still feel like I need to go get more plants and I haven't dealt with the orchid in the bathroom yet or gotten it any friends. Yesterday we hit the naptime wall in the garden center, so we had to run and checkout before I subjected an entire plant nursery to an overtired baby.
I ran out of potting soil this morning, so I haven't even dealt with all the new plants and I already want more.