The fulfillment of bringing home flats of flowers and subsequently stuffing them into hanging baskets, hoping for the best is good enough for me this season.
Maybe sometime I will revel in the labour of propagating my own seeds. I do have my days when I choose to roll pasta dough knowing darn well there is Kraft Dinner in the cupboard.
What a privileged life we have if these are our choices...
I think this gardening thing is really cool. In fact it's about time I banish myself from going to any more greenhouses. On cold night like this one where the plants come inside the kitchen turns to a mini-jungle.
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