There are a strange variety of plants in my house, many of them rescued from jobsites. Some of them were nothing more than cuttings thrown out in the dead of winter. If there’s still a will to live, I’ll save it.
····frozen—the green of the abandoned
Every now and then my wife would appreciate a bouquet, but I’ll only bring her potted flowers.
77 January 22nd 2016 | bottlecap