Greenhouses

Greenhouses are pleasant, aren't they? Even on rainy days, the inside of a greenhouse is pleasantly bright, quiet, and fragrant. I like working in the greenhouse.
At this time of year, denizens of the greenhouse are beginning to stretch their leaves. Innumerable pots of lilies are spread out on the floor beneath the rows of tables. Their leaves are beginning to poke through the slats in the table tops.
Geraniums are beginning to blossom, but the gardeners are quick to pinch them off (along with the buds) to keep the plant's energy in the leaves and roots awhile longer.
There are hundreds of baby plants called "Statice" that look like nothing more than two tiny leaves poking out of their little beds right now.
Mature fuchsias, on the other hand, are waiting in 2'x2' containers for the day when they can go back outside.
Inside a broken refrigerator, dahlia bulbs are waiting in the dark for the earth to warm up and dry out.
There are all kinds of flowers in the greenhouse that I'm not familiar with and I'm looking forward to seeing what they turn into as the season progresses.
I understand now why greenhouses are called nurseries. Caring for baby plants and baby humans are similar in many ways.