When my parents helped me move to the Big Apple now more than seven years ago, my Dad looked at my fourth-floor walk-up apartment set amidst dozens of other buildings in a sea of concrete and said, "I could never live here." Surely, I was embarking on a life vastly different from his, but he was not commenting on the new small space I would call home or the costs of living in New York. Instead, he was noting that a life where looking out the window leads to potential encounters with the faces of your neighbors {rather than the trees} simply did not suit him.
Urban life certainly has its fair share of benefits, but a dearth of green space is not one of them, at least not for me {or my Dad}. But who says we cannot bring the outdoors in? This is why my love for all-things-terrarium sprouted. For the last year, I have been nearly obsessed with finding a terrarium {thanks to my sister-in-law who introduced me}. It had been on my list of things to find until about a month ago when we hit the terrarium jackpot. We happened upon a shop in Worcester, Massachusetts that specialized in terrariums. When we walked in, my face lit up - it was the store of my dreams!
Not only does
Seed to Stem sell these lovelies, but they also offer workshops for those of us looking to get our hands dirty. And, of course, I could not pass up the opportunity. Three weekends after our first visit, we returned so that I could make my own.
Soon enough, our one bedroom apartment may be full of terrariums. But, that's not such a bad thing, right? It may not be a backyard, but a little green does go a long way.
