Iridescent

I’ve only once ever had a garden of my own, and even then it was just a raised bed that I grew some vegetables in. I don’t own a house, and I haven’t done very well keeping plants alive in my apartment. (Although, to be fair, the last plant I had grew completely out of control, and that was why I got rid of it. Excess or failure to thrive seem to be my two options.)

I do, however, experience the occasional pang of envy over the adornment that my home-owning friends put tremendous amounts of work into maintaining. The latest example is this stunner sitting on a pot on Jocelyn’s stoop.