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I hadn't spent much time in the greenhouse. In the few weeks that Archer and I spent here, we mainly went from the bedroom to the living room to the gate. As I stepped into the humid room, I wondered why we’d ignored it.
It was a phenomenal space. The glass walls were densely covered in vines that reached all the way to the vaulted glass roof sixteen feet above. The vines weaving in and out of each other created a latticework of textures in various shades of green. At the ceiling, cables spanned the width of the room, and the vines continued along them making the sunlight stream through in slices to the floor below.
I stepped barefoot onto the grassy floor. The ground was soft and yielding like a field after a spring rain. I dug my toes into the grass, it felt marvellous. A w
