Plants fear me.
I cannot keep plants alive – orchids, bamboo, bushes, Easter lilies. I don’t mean to kill them, but it seems as soon as I bring them home, they start to die. My mother was the same way.
Some daffodils bloomed in our front yard recently, remnants from the previous tenant. I loved them, until the roofers squished them and Colby pulled them out, thinking they were weeds. The perennials that we planted last year died, too, so the flower bed was looking a bit pathetic. And dead. Very dead.
Maybe this year, with Colby helping out, I can keep a garden alive.
I forget what most of the plants are, we accidentally threw most of the markers away.
Here’s to healthy plants!