i'm obsessed with garden nurseries. when i was a child my father owned one. my sisters and i played in the greenhouses, ran through the rows of saplings.
walking into a greenhouse. the moist dirt, the scent of the flowers make me swoon. i can spend hours in a trance inspecting every plant. on the weekend i picked up my first flat of flowers - little geranium cuttings. i take them in at night (we're still getting frost) and put them out in the morning. i've been knitting "flowers" this week.