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.
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.