Sometimes You Miss People

And sometimes you miss your plants. In my case, I get to visit my grandmother's fern, as it spends the winters inside the Conlons' sunny living room and its summers on the deck watching the deer below, and I see it every time I pass through Silver Spring. It looks far larger and healthier than it did when it lived on Burlington Place.

And my grapefruit tree, in the capable hands of Rick and Kathy Swengros, is also thriving, judging from a picture sent to me this morning by Rick. It seems to appreciate a little Miracle Gro.

That's a whole lot healthier than the plant kingdom inside my Beijing apartment. Then again, these plants have to deal with Beijing air.