I know I am not the only one! Each fall, the lower the mercury starts to drop, the fuller my house becomes with summer’s plants that I cannot bare to kill. Sometimes things become absurd. Forget using the hot tub, it is now the Arctic Petunia Sanctuary. The grape vine, re-designated a house plant, attacks and strangles the ceiling fan. Come February, the living room becomes the seed nursery. Regular furniture gives way to large folding tables, all covered with flats of starts. It happens for so many years that Read More …
