Greenhouses

I find greenhouses intriguing, funny little places. I like them dilapidated, flakey and with a history. I like the thought that great things have been grown there. That seeds have been persuaded into life. Nurtured. I like the thought of people tending, watering, picking, potting. I like the smell, the stuffiness, the slightly mouldy pong. The tiny, little possibility that the tentative experiment might go wrong. That the growing might not stop...