I have a bit of a gardening theme for this week’s posts.
To set the scene, let’s first establish that I am not friendly to plants.
Remember that beautiful yellow pot and the ivy I was so proud of keeping alive?
Yeah, it’s not so much any more. Matt’s hear-no and speak-no monkeys are wishing they could cover their eyes like see-no.
Upstairs, my poor aloe has realized she’s doomed and is trying to make a run for it. Harry, the other cactus, is hanging tough… for now.
And outside, where Mother Nature is available to counteract my influence, things aren’t going much better.
I had such high hopes for my pussy willow sprouts.
But over the past week, they too succumbed to my black thumb.
So all this is to say, don’t expect too much out of this week’s gardening posts.