At this time of year I long for green living things.
But I live on the Canadian prairies. We’ve got a ways to go before we see anything growing at all.
So I comfort myself with lovely, verdant, fresh houseplants.
I apologize to each of them as they come into the house. The likely hood of them living past July is low.
My track record with house plants is abysmal. I’m pretty sure panic spreads through the leafy garden center inhabitants like wildfire, when my presence there becomes known.
But it’s late February, and my garden cravings will not be denied.
And who knows…. This might be the year I become a houseplant expert. They may live through until Christmas….
Hope springs eternal!