“All that you touch, you change. All that you change, changes you.” — Octavia Butler
When we lived in Columbia, I was lucky enough to have a little potting area with a sink in the unfinished basement.
My father was a great gardener, and it seemed like a good time to push myself a little more with indoor plants. We had wonderful window light from most every direction, and my time in the potting area and upstairs with watering was very special to me. Working with plants was therapy for me. I might be a people person, but quiet time to play in the soil or read a book calls my soul regularly…