Anybody else a big fan of house plants in the winter? There is a place in downtown Minneapolis, in the newly renovated Emery Hotel, a Spyhouse Coffee shop and it's filled with an incredible jungle of indoor plants. They are so fresh and green and as soon as you walk in the door it smells like oxygen. So today's poem is celebrating my happy little indoor plants.
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She's did the first half of the year on Patreon and is finishing the year with her poems here!