For half of my long lifetime, I have enjoyed the greenhouse attached to my home. Through long Minnesota winters it has kept me absorbed in encouraging new life, enjoying colorful flowers, and envisioning springs to come. As a child, I was enchanted by the magic of tropical wonders living year-round in the few greenhouses in our town on Long Island, New York. My mother’s house plants on every window of the house seemed just the shadow of a paradise that you could walk into.
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