Gardens have so much potential, don’t you think?
I love them dearly.
Sadly, I have a black thumb. I’ve bought pot plants no less than five times and none of them have ever survived longer than maybe a month. The irony is that my mother is the queen of gardening. Wonder where that talent went?
Still, I love gardens. I love to look at them and I love to keep trying to cultivate my own (but I have been feeling pretty bad about the plant murders). Also, the bees can suck my big toe.
Still, I live in hope of the day when I have my very own blooming garden. (It’ll probably have to be tended by my husband, but that still counts, right?)