I have toyed with the idea of putting in a garden.
But I am reluctant. I have a black thumb.
A big, black, plant killing thumb.
I have tried to grow plants in the past. Sigh.
Poor plants, they never did anything to anyone.
To live such a short life to die a horrible strangulating death from lack of water.
Did you know, I killed an aloe vera plant once?
A cactus!
They thrive in some of the most inhospitable environments on Earth.
And I bring one home and proceed to torture it to death.
My Mom is a great gardener.
She can throw a seed onto the concrete and it will grow into a flowering vision of beauty.
I think Mom devotes so much time to her gardening because she hates to mow.
Slowly, she is filling her yard with flower beds and lilly ponds. I believe the reason behind this is to cut WAAAY down on the mowable yardage.
I mentioned my garden idea to Randy the other day, he just laughed.
He knows me to well.
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