Yes, these are our poor flowers from our awesome FHE activity. Some people have the wonderful green thumb and I am jealous of those people. Why? Because I look down at my thumb and see nothing but the black thumb. The thumb of death. The thumb that makes all plants cry out for the loving green kind. You can see what they used to look like here. That was before I got anywhere near them. My neighbors know better than to ask me to water plants while they're out of town. Because I murder their plants.
I try. I really do. As much as I wish I could be, I am no mother to nature.
It's a wonder that my children are still alive.
2 comments:
You truly are more like your mother than your father!
We definitely have this in common!!! I also have the thumb of death. Except... actually... mine are probably worse than yours. I've tried about 3 times now... something about forgetting to water them and they need sun or something like that...
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