At five-thirty this morning, there was what sounded like an entire wall collapsing in my house. Inspection revealed a smaller, yet not inconsequential, disaster.
With the exception of my lemon tree and Christmas cactus, all my plants are hanging plants. Because…cats. I’ve never worried about the lemon tree because it has spikes for thorns and the Christmas cactus has never interested any of the whiskered clan.
I’m not sure what happened this morning. The lemon tree sits atop my kitchen hutch, it weighs a ton and the Christmas cactus sits next to it.