I made a terrarium last year with some lovely lady friends of mine. This was about a week before Hugo was born. Whenever there is a newborn baby in the house, every non-breathing life form in the house seems to die. Houseplants tremble at the sight of my growing belly. True to form, the terrarium did not make it.
This weekend we embarked upon our second try at a terrarium, with a little more involvement from the kiddos. We picked an assortment of plants, found some rock in the yard, a bell jar, and went to town. I love it, and it makes a lovely addition to the mantel. I think we can even keep these guys alive this time.