Comprising a Life

Growing up in a plant nursery, like all children I wanted to emulate my parents and that meant having a series of my own greenhouses as I was growing up.

My first greenhouses were tiny Quonset huts.  So tiny in fact that I had to crawl through them. Inside to provide warmth against freezes I strung light bulbs from their ridgepoles.  My parents let me use a small space behind their real greenhouses for me that locate my pretend nursery.  I  called it Miniature Nursery and managed to talk my sisters into being co-proprietors.