|The unwelcome confetti of mealybugs--one of the worst pests I know|
The greenhouse was a bit darker for The Path's absence, but it wouldn't be for very long. That unprepossessing looking plant on the far left has a secret.
Maybe the end of usefulness is only natural, like insect infestations, like decay and rot. Part of the great process. Perhaps it's even to be celebrated.
Smithiantha says YES. No more mealybugs on me.
Little Alpine Geranium (also from Donna!) keeps a-bloomin', looking toward spring. Mama's taking cuttings...
Life goes on, in a less-fraught, simpler, more beautiful and less buggy way.
And the greenhouse becomes a happy place once again.