Living in a Greenhouse

On many a winter's night here in Brooklyn, I’ve fantasized about living in a greenhouse, though never did I imagine one as cool as John Henry’s, which is “nestled among the myrtles in the Victorian bush.” 

That in itself sound magical. 

Aside from the obvious — the light— the crazy random art and copious plants are what I love. So as I plan a move into a larger space here in Fort Greene (still micro comparatively), I’m thinking a lot about this place and how to pull as much of the outdoors in.