One day at Yoke's Fresh market last fall I decided I knew how to take care of plants. (Big mistake.) So I bought one of those pretty little green plants (see picture). See! I don't even know what the heck my plant is! Anyways, I have had this little guy for almost a YEAR! It has grown only about an inch. Why? Probably because I remember to water it just before it dies, never changed its pot into a bigger one, and hardly ever open the blinds to give it sunlight.
I keep lying to myself that i can take care of plants. Maybe i just don't want to let go of this plant because it symbolizes something. I figure, if i can keep this plant alive, maybe there is hope in my future.
You see, I have always marveled at beautiful lawns when i pass by houses. I see the woman out with her gardening tools planting a flower/weeding/ watering her plants. I'm afraid i will never be that woman. But what I am more afraid of is being the woman who owns the house with a brown yard. a yard consisting of dirt, weeds, dirt, and maybe a patch of grass. I really hope not! Wanna hear a story? - One time when i was like 16 i offered to pull the weeds infront of the house. A little later, one of my siblings came out and either laughed or gasped...probably both. Not only did i remove the weeds but also ALL of the flower bulbs!! everything! It was all gone...
I hope my husband has a green thumb. :(
(if you look in the left corner, this is the way my plant looks on a good day-watered, open blinds with sun light, and perky leaves....I haven't seen those days lately.)
1 comment:
Those were my flowers you yanked. By the way the plant you had was an Ivy, very hard to kill. It's okay though my roomates killed mine, it happens I guess. I left them in charge of it when I went to Thanksgiving break in Washington, I came back, bye bye plant. Just keep practicing you'll get it.
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