My Grandma Eldred’s kitchen windowsill.

He has no yard behind his house,
No garden green to till,
And so he works his hothouse plan
Upon his windowsill.




Anna Scripps Whitcomb Conservatory, Belle Isle, Detroit, MI

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Unconscious of a less propitious clime,
There blooms exotic beauty, warm and snug,
While the winds whistle, and the snow descend.
-William Cowper


The conservatory is the source of a good half of my deep-winter pleasure. The sense of growth going on,
of flowing sap, of buds opening and plants releasing
the sweet signals of their smells is a perpetual thrill.
-Hugh Johnson
In The Garden

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