The Great Indoors - What would we do without it! As the days get shorter and the nights grow longer, there are flowers everywhere in my house. I wrote my first gardening column for our college newspaper, teaching neighboring roomates how to grow Impatiens and Begonias on the windowsills with 5% humidity and low light. Today I am looking for challenges - potted 8-foot Orange Trees in the den bloom every January; Palms and 9-foot Ficus Trees reach lushly across my bedroom; winter Orchids and Paperwhites and Gardenias fill the house with fragrance. I am all thumbs in the Cactus/Succulents department - but if you want to grow almost anything else ... because it's winter, because there's no garden to work, because you just can't stop when the sun goes down ... I've been there and done that, too. Always au naturel, sans Chemicals and other WMDs.
It all began as a teenager with my first Marijuana plant in the 1960s and grew from there. I never really wanted to smoke it; it looked like something wicked I could do right in the house with my clueless parents. I learned my lesson when they called the police about a burglar one New Year's Eve. Lucky for me, the MJ's were tucked at that very moment behind the Geraniums. I modified my hobby; stuck to Geraniums after that. I went on to study Botany and Mass Communications in college; wrote a regular college Houseplant column while an artist friend illustrated; fielded questions; grew in pots whatever I could not grow outdoors. In New York, Orange trees would be killed off with the first deep freeze, but if you grow them in pots, you can pick your own oranges.
Lots but not on gardening.
I have a daughter named Holly, a dog named Daisy, and I live on Garden Street. I have a B.A., but there's nothing like experience ... and to me, NOTHING is impossible.