My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Yup, not only am I a cereal killer, but a plant murderer as well!
Last week, I stopped over at my friend Diane’s awesome craft blog and read a delightful post about how she enjoys spending time in her garden when she comes home from work each day.
“The very first thing I do after I get home from work is dash outdoors to look at the garden, then spend about 30 minutes giving it a nice cool drink of water.”
The photos she shared of her lush, green lawn and beautiful zinnia’s were so inspiring to someone like me, who has about as much talent for growing plants and flowers as I do for whistling our national anthem with a mouthful of potato chips.
Even as a kid, I always knew I had no talent for gardening. Probably because I never really had any interest in it. I truly think that in order to be good at growing things, you need to have a passion.
My mother and I would often swap chores on many a summer Saturday afternoon. She would do the weeding and gardening, and I in turn would do her housecleaning. Yes, I have more of a god-given talent for cleaning a toilet than I do for planting a tomato garden. Give me a can of Ajax, a sponge and a pair of rubber gloves, and I’m in nirvana.
I swear, I think I might secretly be Joan Crawford’s one and only love child.
I adore and appreciate flowers and plants, truly I do, however I have no ability for sustaining their lives.
You’ve heard of a green thumb?
Well, I have a BLACK thumb.
A thumb of DEATH.
All I have to do is walk by a flower bed and they WILT.
I’ve actually heard a bed of tulips HISS at me.
I either over-water plants or totally forget about them until they start turning brown and wrinkly; screaming, “WATER! WATER!…PLEASE!”
I’ve tried growing cactus, aloe, bamboo, Chia pets, and even silks.
DEAD.
The only flowers I’ve ever been able to keep alive were a bouquet of carnations. But that’s only because carnations live for a DECADE and could survive three atomic BOMBS.
Oh, and believe it or not, I also miraculously kept a lavender herb plant alive for a WHOLE year, until one day I placed it on a window sill in direct sunlight during the hot summer months. Three days later, I found it SCORCHED to death as if someone had taken a blow torch to it.
*sigh*…..R.I. P. lavender plant.
And speaking of herbs, I’ve never tried growing this strange-looking herb….
Um….I wonder what it is?
Wishing you a HIGHLY entertaining week everyone!
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