I can’t just leave my green babies outside to freeze!
So they come in every November.
Every fall I chant “Honey, I need a greenhouse.”
Mr. Flower’s response is, “Deary, you need fewer plants.”
What is a “plant mama” to do?
Every eastern or southern facing window has plants in it.
My workshop is a jungle.
My foyer is full.
I am not complaining, mind you.
Why else would there be a pink Hoya hanging among laundry?
My world is small, but it’s very green!