Greenhouse Tales
As the blustery wind blew and gray skies filled the paragraphs of life, a little greenhouse arrived and was assembled efficiently and carefully. You might remember her from early Spring. She housed a variety of tiny fragile seeds, a mix and match of squash, radish and even the seeds of of hope that I planted along side of them all. Spring, so unpredictable...full of tantrums much like those of a merging toddler, and yet really of no consequence at all, especially when the tiny seeds are growing inside a warm and nurturing greenhouse. And in the dawn of each new day, weather permitting, the fragile seeds which now had grown into miniature forms of who they would grow up to be, were allowed to have the door of the greenhouse opened. The fresh breezes of Spring, with just a hint of Summer time coaxed and prodded each plant to grow a bit more each day. And then just as magically as they had sprouted, they began to tolerate the process of "hardening-off." As the warm Texas