I, for my efforts, I can not keep alive even the fake plants.
My father in law every birthday, every Christmas, gave me the orchids. Beautiful. Full of flowers. That invariably fall off after a week. Leaving me with vessels full of leaves and roots. In fact it is not dying, which forces me to keep at least a duty to "morale" ... So my shelves have become a kind of retirement home for plants.
Yet the flowers I loved. And luckily, my mom has a thumb which is really a bright green.
you do some real miracles. And I admire them and photographed them.
Last Sunday I went to see her. The town where she lives is 800 meters and the winter never seems to end up there. Everything is still covered with snow and ice. She can not stand more, is looking forward to the spring. But my camera I did discover the hidden charms of the cold.
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