In my little greenhouse, the seedlings have been sleeping all winter, suspended in living but not growing, waiting for warmth to release the hibernation.
The outdoor plants have survived winter snow and frosts, they are thriving, strong, the hardships have made them stronger. They are stretching for the first bits of warmth the sun is teasing them with.
Suggestions of using my greenhouse as an installation space appeal. The garden becoming my art gallery, curated by me. Seen only be six to start with, then more can slowly and gently be allowed in and guided around this personal space.
