The last Christmas cacti are blossoming near the greenhouse windows, safe from the wind on the other side. My winter tomatoes hold motionless to their trellises. The red and pink and white geraniums brought in from the autumn, bloom, then fall, then bloom again. I have a journal of the greenhouse and the outside cycles. I keep a planting and nature log, and I carefully measure the natural progress of year. But now I'm losing interest in the records of that progress, am turning to plants that