My pots gone bad and ferns potted.

(The little angel is not my style nor my thing.... it belonged to Jo, a close friend/mom I lost in January. She had it sitting above her kitchen sink. I miss her. I miss her more than you can know. When we were clearing everything out for her estate sale, no one took the angel and I couldn't leave it. I'd stood in front of Jo's sink and washed too many dishes with that little angle watching over me to let it go into the hands of a stranger.)