Over the last few years, I have grown to realize my love of green and growing things. I always thought my mom was so weird with her love of digging in the garden and pulling weeds out of her flower beds. I think I understand it a little better now, even though I'm not sure if I can fully articulate all of it. There's something wonderful about tending a garden and watching it produce fruits and vegetables; or planting bulbs in the fall and see their green stems coming up through the cold ground in the spring.
I have quite a few houseplants, too, which has been a point of contention at times in my marriage. Keith counted them a couple of months ago, and there were 19 plants...so, I gave a couple of them away...and then adopted a couple more when our friends moved overseas. I may be up to 20 now, but who's counting? I think there must be something about nurturing a plant that's good for my soul.
(These are Karen's cone flowers...love 'em)
