Winter gardens is what they call them – terrariums. Call them what you want but in my dictionary, they’re called gardens-that-keep-me-from-being-a-total-and-complete-bitch-from-December-through-April. It’s kind of a long name, somewhat of a run-on sentence, but when I’m a bitch, anything goes. Capiche?
Back to terrariums. Winter gardens as you call them have been on my mind lately. Why? Because in addition to my main role as a “professional blogger” (seriously. I love my job), another one of my roles is to schedule and attend workshops that my company hosts every Friday during “lunch” (we fashion folk don’t really take lunch). Hair braiding, fish deboning, martial arts, scrapbooking, the workshops cover it all (if you follow me on Instagram, you probably have noticed that I upload photos of me attending workshops and how-to’s OFTEN. This is why). Recently and coincidentally, many of our workshops have been about gardening – Kokedama string gardens, mounted staghorn ferns, etc. Getting my hands dirty in the subject and hobby, literally, makes me think that maybe I can do this whole planting thing. Having greenery in my apartment during the upcoming treacherous winter months might keep my spirits up. I should at least give it a whirl, eh?