The calendar is turned to April, the weather is warming (albeit gradually), and the world is starting to smell like green things and hope and the promise of better days. And so my mind is once again turning to . . . dead plants.
Dead houseplants, dead plants in the garden, failed attempts at perennials, the stupid hard-to-find coleus I kept going in the kitchen all winter, only to have it die the first week of April. You know, dead stuff. But here’s someone who’s taken all that crispy death and turned it into something lovely. God knows I haven’t.