My Gardens Move Inside

It’s almost time for our first freeze here in North Carolina.

Many plants have been moved inside.

Last Christmas’s poinsettia. Not dark treatment needed.

Now my job is to water and turn pots.

My workshop is a jungle. It is my inside garden now.

I enjoy weaving around among the flowers and greenery.

The colors are a comfort as the world outside turns brown.

The Schlumbergeras are starting to bloom.

I distribute these throughout the house.

Any bloom is a mood booster.


My New Motto

Winters are rough for a gardener. I have to keep myself busy to stay up.

I plan projects and read insightful books.


I have been reading these three books while I take my shifts with my dad at rehab.

This is a tough time for a man who is used to being active and in charge.

I look at every situation as a life lesson. Some lessons are harder than others.

I may have to hang my new sign in his room.


My Night-blooming Cereus seems to have the same philosophy.


It has put up these long stalks reaching toward the skylight.

We all should reach up or reach out when things get dark and difficult.