New Jersey just got whacked with another major winter storm -- eighteen inches of heavy, wet snow. If I liked snow this much (or at all...), I'd take up skiing and move to Minnesota, where I suspect it might be a bit cheaper to live, and where I wouldn't be surprised to hear that they've gotten less snow than us this year! At this point I think my snow-blindness is getting permanent. Anyway, this is the time of year, and most especially
this year, when a middle-aged lass's fancy turns to thoughts of gardening. The catalogs have started trickling in, and I'm beginning to feel a bit faint from lack of greenery. Fortunately I have house plants. One of my orchids has buds on it, my three-foot-tall Crown of Thorns is still blooming, and one of my miniature violets has a blossom and several buds. It's this last that I'm most enamored of right now. I've set it in an antique children's tea cup and placed it in a small tabletop greenhouse on my desk. When I look at it, I can almost feel the summer sun on my back.
New Jersey just got whacked with another major winter storm -- eighteen inches of heavy, wet snow. If I liked snow this much (or at all...), I'd take up skiing and move to Minnesota, where I suspect it might be a bit cheaper to live, and where I wouldn't be surprised to hear that they've gotten less snow than us this year! At this point I think my snow-blindness is getting permanent. Anyway, this is the time of year, and most especially this year, when a middle-aged lass's fancy turns to thoughts of gardening. The catalogs have started trickling in, and I'm beginning to feel a bit faint from lack of greenery. Fortunately I have house plants. One of my orchids has buds on it, my three-foot-tall Crown of Thorns is still blooming, and one of my miniature violets has a blossom and several buds. It's this last that I'm most enamored of right now. I've set it in an antique children's tea cup and placed it in a small tabletop greenhouse on my desk. When I look at it, I can almost feel the summer sun on my back.
