Pulled out her Green Thumb

My mom is a great gardener. She has a green thumb and can grow almost anything. I kill plants just by looking at 'em. Well my luck is that my mom takes care of all the flowers, herbs and veggies we have accumulated around our large front porch. She has recently replanted some radishes from the garden across the street. Just popped them in the dirt with a lil water and away she goes.

So I like to find her fun things to add to her array of plants and planters. Recently I came across some lil rubber lizards that actually hold plants to stakes. You just wrap their little legs around the plant stalk and stake and they hold it all up. Our friends were having coffee on the front porch and got all excited about the lizards we had there. Then mom told them they were always there. Amazed our friends wanted to know how we kept them around. Mom giggled as she said she just wrapped their little legs together and they could not get away. Aghast that she would do that they started to protest. Mom giggled again as she had to explain the lizards were not real. It was funny to see they had thought they were.

Well most of y'all know my mom loves to sew and has her own etsy show. (See side bar on left of page.) Well I think these decorative planters would be perfect for her. What do you think?


They seem just right to me. I know that it is always fun to find just the right kind of outdoor planter for her. For I know it will be filled with something green and growing in no time at all.

I Confess!

I am a KILLER.
Yeah I know we are not suppose to tell people.
That is how you get caught.
BUT?

I have to confess. I can not grow plants very well at all.
Once I did.
Really.
An Ivy. It was beautiful. Hanging outside enjoying the sunshine. Having cooling drinks of water. The was not any garden insects to bother it. A very happy plant.

Until I became very very angry.
Now being a logical woman I knew I could not destroy the things in my house. And throwing a fit does not get you anywhere. So I decided revenge was the key.

I planned on a systematic death for the beautiful innocent ivy.
I was going to starve it to death.
Keep it from water and watch it shrivel up and die.

I relished knowing that I was killing this ivy!
(I know I was demented)

But it was not dying!
As a matter of fact it was flourishing.
DAILY!

I did not understand this.

Finally I was in a rage and started yelling that the plant is not dying.
And my husband was laughing at me hysterically.
Like I had lost my mind.
(I had)

Come to find out he had been caring for the plant.
He had found organic pest control info.
So daily he had been watering and feeding the ivy.

So he is the plant savior,
and I am a failed plant killer.

I confess!