"Stunning," I whisper, more to myself than the man dogging my steps through the massive greenhouse.

Stunning is truly the only word that encompasses what I'm seeing. Row after row of beautiful greenery of all kinds. I recognize some but not all. "What are these?" I ask, reaching out to touch the tips of one row of plants. The even rows are neat and attractive, the tips green and almost fuzzy instead of leafy.

Manuel, the man in charge of the greenhouses, snatches my ...