The smell is hard to describe. It’s somewhere between a Lilac flower and brand-new plastic.
I’ve never had much luck with Begonias, so I consider this bloom as glorious as any orchid.
I actually feel a little bad for the brave runner that just found out there’s no sun to be found up there.
Think of them as linebackers, clearing a path for the plant that follows.
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
Saying thanks to the garden bloggers that inspired me to start this site.
I have a terrible admission to make: The Monstera I’ve been taking care of for over 15 years isn’t really mine.
I was bummed out until I realized I could restring the leather strap to make it hang with the hole facing up.
I’ve grown Amaryllis flowers for years, but it never occurred to me to let them go to seed.
I love seeing the differences that just six months of growth can bring.