as long as I can remember, there has been a huge tub of hens & chicks by Grandma Grace's door, & some in the ground by it. Always. I brought some home Saturday, & planted them in the tub at the end of my front porch. They are doing good. (finally, a plant I can't seem to kill!) I can look at them as I come & go & think about Grandma.
She used to have really pretty flowers along the side of the house between the cellar doors & front porch, too.