As much as I would like to have flourishing gardens surround my house… Sadly, this is not the case. You would think since my mother worked in a green house and in flower arrangement that some of that might have rubbed off on me. I loved helping her plant new flowers in our garden at home and would walk by where she worked on the way home from school just to smell that familiar smell of fresh soil mixed with humidity and the scent of prospering plant life.

My first attempt at saving a plant actually was a success. We were living in Norway and had gone on a trip with some friends to Germany. While we were there one of our friends was closing a bar/nightclub he owned and was getting rid of everything in it. I saw this sad little plant on the bar, wilted and drowning in a sea of cigarette butts. I claimed the plant that we lovingly called “Planty”  we smuggled Planty back to Norway where he thrived to be come a most green and happy plant. Sadly when we left Oslo he had to leave Planty behind.  read more »