You have undoubtedly good climate in your house
My sister is the same way. “Don’t send me dead things” she says. I’m fine with it. Especially since I’ll murder the live ones. I’ll keep the vase flowers pretty longer than the ones in a pot, sadly.I like living plants.
It's always struck me sad to kill something because it's beautiful then artistically arrange the bodies to present to a loved one.
I can won over with anything vining, ferns and succulents.
You can have all my cut flowers in exchange for any hapless green thing that finds its way to your not-as-green as others thumb.My sister is the same way. “Don’t send me dead things” she says. I’m fine with it. Especially since I’ll murder the live ones. I’ll keep the vase flowers pretty longer than the ones in a pot, sadly.
If a man ever forced hyacinths out of season for me, I'd melt. I would feel so understood, and cherished. I'd feel similarly about being given an arrangement of some or all my favorites; roses, hydrangeas, tulips, lilies, and hyacinths, preserved in glycerin. Now, I don't know how you make all of that look good together, but if someone else did, I'd be mightily impressed.I prefer living, but cut flowers will do
I like forcing bulbs. It’s the best of both worlds.
You are describing my entire childhood. My mother and I just kept shoving plants in anyway. At some point, I shoved in a tree! Early spring comes with a trade-off. Unbearable summer.Reads AE’s post.
Looks at tiny flowerbed with melting snow in the corner.
This made me snort!My husband tried so hard to help me with my flowerbed. Bless his heart. We were just thawing out from winter, which was Feb 5 & 6 that year (it's Florida after all), and I came out to see him on his knees pulling weeds. My heart just melted. Then it sank completely when he told me that I had a bunch of onions that were growing up in there.
I told him if he touched my bulbs I would cut his fingers off. I saw him quietly replanting those he had already dug up.
He means so well, but it's best for him to stick to his tomatoes.