A friend at work is retiring and yesterday she gave me her plants, a small begonia and a Christmas cactus. These join my anemic spider plants and seen-better-days African violet on a table (another bequeath) in front of the alley-view window.
My office now has cleaner air and slightly softer outlines. It has a bit of the jungle about it. It will be nice next week to be greeted not just by a spot of green but by a veritable wall of it. There's something about bringing the outside in that does a heart good.
And speaking of that, I am in search of a cyclamen for the holidays. If it is even half as profuse and lovely as last year's, we will be in good shape.