Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

There is nothing that feels more decadent than shuffling about my plants to fit them all in the greenhouse for the winter.

I could pretend these nasturtiums are to go with my salad greens or the herbs I overwinter or the other mildly responsible plants that allow me to feel justified in keeping the heat on.

But in truth, it is that their bright blooms from seeds worth pennies make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world on a dreary January day.