Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
These little green shoots popping up on a couple of twigs are actually a baby fig tree! It was given to me recently by someone who knows how I miss fig trees. It's a Chicago Hardy, so it can handle winters where I live. I told it stories about where I'm from and sang to it while I got it into the pot. For about half an hour, I was home again. I haven't even started the tomatoes and sunflowers yet. I really do spend most of the year talking about plants.
