I was going to take step-by-step shots of my first time assembling a succulent terrarium, but sifting through rocks and dirt and plants totally triumphed over documenting the process that day. So presented here is a shot of the gravel I used to line the glass vessels...
...and BAM, like that - a terrarium! Actually no, so once you have the gravel layer (which is for drainage), add a layer of dirt (in which you plant the plants), and top it all off with a layer of sand. Look at that poor bear's paw (Cotyledon tomentosa) looking positively beaten UP thanks to my haphazard sand-sprinkling. I am usually attentive to details, but I very much felt like I had oaf hands that day while putting these terrariums together.
The vessels I used were a small round glass fishbowl I snagged at a thrift store for $0.69, and a cognac glass my friend randomly gave to me last week!
This month over the last several weekends, when I'd finish up with errands and it was still light out (or not, actually!), I've been pretty dedicated about "gardening" to brighten up the place outside. I use quotes around 'gardening' because I feel like whatever I've been futzing around with - a handful of terra cotta pots and bags of soil/perlite for a container garden dramatically pales in comparison to the hours upon hours I remember of my mother spending outside in the garden - tending to every tree, shrub, flower and sprout that needs pruning, cleaning, weeding or uprooting. I remember as a kiddo I'd get bored after raking leaves or pulling weeds and would instead climb trees and play in the mud, while sometimes guiltily realizing I could be helping with the yard work. As I've gotten older I've realized that in order to have a beautiful garden, a lot of hard, totally unglamorous work is required to maintain and be able to appreciate that beauty. And that can be said of so many other things too. Anyhow, I'm not bashing on container gardens/amateur/inexperienced ANYTHING by any means - many endeavors often start off humbly; I guess I just don't want to puff out my chest and claim myself a master gardener just yet. Sometimes there is too much self-awareness going on around here, geez.