Sometimes I ask myself why I waste time flipping through the advertising inserts delivered thrice weekly to our door, stuffed in the middle of the complementary abbreviated copy of the local paper that has never enticed us to sign up for a subscription or wrapped up in plastic and jammed in the mailbox.  Then I turn the page and come across something like this.

I’m now lost in the daze of imagining what my life would be like (especially in the dim light of night) if every houseplant in my dwelling sprouted out of the innards of such planters.