I am not a gardener. My sweet mother in-law is a master gardener who can turn any brown space colorful and blooming. She loves to dig in the dirt and once every couple of years, she comes out west and revives my yard from the dead.
Seeing that neither my husband nor I carry her green-gene, I have one, lone house plant.
It was looking a little sickly at the onset of summer, so I took it outside for some sunshine and regular moisture from the sprinkler system.
But I forgot to bring it in when the snow arrived.
Hence, I may be on trial for murder: