and then, and then, and then…

Know what happened? An actual flower grew on my hibiscus experiment/plant.  As promised I was going to post an update on my farming skills by taking a quick picture and posting it. But then I got distracted…

Apparently there’s also a lavender plant in my front yard. It requires zero upkeep from me – thus explaining it’s survival and healthy growth all these years, I wanted to take a picture of that too and take credit for its beautifulness (yes, it’s a word) …but then I found a big, fat bee on it. And then a butterfly. A plain jane little white butterfly. Then I couldn’t get the zoom on my camera to work. So instead of trying to figure out how to use it correctly, I just took 1,000 pictures hoping for a couple of good shots.

Then i came back inside and found our cat sitting in a compromising position on a chair. This can’t be normal behavior for a cat – it didn’t even look comfortable.  Plus she looks like she’s 500 pounds and needs to be broken out of the house via crane. And then I had to burn the chair. Weirdo cat.

Then I was exhausted by all the to do and had a diet coke (too early for wine).

The end.

(apologies for telling the story like an 8 year old – no offense 8 year olds)

This is the flower that started it all….

Then I saw this!

Then I saw this…ewww…puke puke

I wish I was a farmer

Last weekend a dear friend gave me a beautiful hibiscus plant.  She did all the prep work for me, fertilizer and all.  My only job is to water it regularly.  She even put it in the perfect spot.  So why am I nervous?  Because I have a secret.  I kill all plants.  Everything.  Yes, even basil (the weed of herbs).  I haven’t been able keep anything alive in years (kids are harder to kill). My intentions are always good, but many a Mother’s Day flower-pot has met a sad ending.  It’s the whole sowing part  I have to get down. I can’t just be reaping.

The only chance this plant has to survive is to humiliate me into taking care of it properly.

So, I hereby promise to water, nurture, love this plant.  I will not ignore it.  I will not let it dry out and wither like my topsy turvy tomato pot, or my mini-herb garden that became an outdoor liter box for the neighborhood cats, or my beautiful overpriced hand painted strawberry pot – which only bore me shame and disappointment.

Here is my new baby – I’ll post updates regularly (and honestly).  I hope someone feeds and loves my kids, I can’t do everything.