Our sunroom has become one of my favorite places. I go in there regularly for what I think of as five-minute vacations. To begin, I have always liked houseplants. I started tending my own houseplants in my early twenties and have been doing so ever since. Our sunroom is something of an eclectic jungle comprised of incongruent species. A fair swath of the room is dominated by a hoya, a plant originating from a cutting taken from one my grandmother first grew in the 1940s. Nearby, you will find five orchids that thrive on the cubes of ice given to them on a weekly basis. And, of course, you will find our lemon tree, chives, two newly started tomato plants, an ivy, a begonia, snake plants, a geranium, lemongrass, some kind of weird potato thing Desiree just started, and much more.
This time of year, sunlight gently
shoulders against me while I stand under the sunroom’s curved glass in the late
afternoon. A light scent of good earth fills the entire space after watering
the plants. I enjoy floating about the room, taking in the verdant green colors
even as, just outside the windows, the Montana landscape locks down all growth
in preparation for winter. Soon, this will be a green oasis amid the snowscape
outside.
I am sharing two photographs from the
sunroom. Please note, as a proper reference for size, the can of Cold Smoke
beer I placed on the floor in the full sunroom image.
—Mitchell Hegman
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