Growing Things

Living Plants

My Thumb Is Black

I know nothing about plants, but they’re much needed to decorate a home and to make your gardens and lawns look inviting, especially in the spring. (Can’t get here soon enough.)

I can kill the most hearty of plants and flowers but I don’t feel bad because I liken it to a person that can’t cook but still likes to eat. 

They may not be able to prepare it, but it doesn’t stop them from eating.

You won’t find nary a plant when you come to my house. It’s void of anything green except the English Green Sherwin-Williams, paint in my powder room. 

The only way you will see a plant in my house is if someone brings it as a hostess gift then you’d better come over quick because it’ll be dead in a week.

I do not have a green thumb, to say the least. Maybe it’s because I’m not that interested in growing things.

I watch my friends who are on the verge of becoming master gardeners. I am in awe of their skills and talents. I’ll stand in someone’s garden as they plant, rummage around for soil, add fertilizer and I think where did you go to learn all this? A course on YouTube? Books from Amazon? Or is it just a gift from the Almighty? 

You can’t buy that kind of knowledge at the Trader Joe’s flower section. 

I guess one reason I’m not good at growing anything is that I’m not that keen on the process. 

When others are prodding and poking the Earth it looks like a bit of fun but also a lot of labor. 

So, no.

I just can’t convince myself to start dirt-digging.

Thank God for gardeners for hire.