And Aunt Connie was with us.
We wandered about the plants and flowers.
I was afraid to take pictures at first.
Afraid someone would see me and frown.
But then I got brave.
There's a musty, earthy, spring time smell in a green house.
It's damp, but warm.
Mama and Aunt Connie wandered around talking about everything.
And there's something comforting about all the green, growing things, soaking up light and life around you.
I've come to the conclusion I love greenhouses.
That I want to live in one.
That living among such beautiful things,
always reaching for the sun, for the light,
for the heavens, is one of God's greatest gifts.