When I begin to dream of house decor and styling my own, this photograph comes to mind. Something about an all white, white room and stacks of books on the floor appeals to me greatly. Maybe the conceptual economy of the surrounding space coupled with the physical reductive quality of what a plant needs to thrive alongside you in your civilized invention of home is soothing to the cluttered mind. A drawing of lots, even, that makes the human in the case at ease with itself. And, of course this little tree is poetic to me. What else does anyone need, really?