It's well known around these parts that houseplants and I simply do not get along. Now, don't get me wrong, I love plants. And I have some serious thoughts about outdoor flower beds and gard
ens, and some pretty big plans for my future. But indoor plants ... blech.
I see them, those tempting indoor plants, at the garden center, I am inspired and think "Oh, that is just the perfect fern/succulent/ivy to fill that gorgeous cachepot/planter/box that I've had sitting around."
And that's just what it does ... sit around. Without light, without water. No fail, I forget about it.
Enter the terrarium ...
Supercute tiny plants make them appealing. I have scads of apothocary-type glass jars that I love to fill with decorative items throughout the year. And they are fairly self-sustaining ... a dribble of water now and then and they are happy as a clam.
I created three or four terrariums back in the fall, and they were flourishing at Christmastime. I kept them in the dining room, and moved them on and off the table as a centerpiece as needed. The light coming through our dining room windows is simply perfect for these creations!
This terrarium was completed before the holidays, and was full of tiny little plants that have now grown and spilled up over the edges when the top is removed. Isn't it great?
This one also has had a few months to marinate. The long fern fronds press up against the glass when closed and the other shoots are eager to emerge!
All gathered are the eleven terrariums I've finished, both back in November and more recently, with their tops removed. I can't decide whether to keep them all together in this perfect-light atmosphere, or distribute them around the house!
