black thumb

My mom always kept beautiful indoor plants all year long.  Some plants would rotate out back into the sunshine come summer, and some would stay inside.  But they always stayed alive.  At least they usually did.  She has had some of the same houseplants for as long as my memory stretches back.  My mom has a green thumb.  I do not.

I can limp along an outdoor garden in the summer.  I always plants herbs and some vegetables, and I can keep those (mostly) alive.  But indoor plants tend to suffer at my hands.  But recently I have tried my hand at a couple of succulents, and they are almost fool proof.  So I've gotten a little brave.  We took a trip to Lowe's over the weekend, and when I walked past the plant aisle, I just could not resist.  Maybe it's the winter and wish for more green in my life.  Or maybe I'm just slowly, year by year, turning into my mother.  It's a mystery!

So I just went for it.  Dove right in, picking out pretty little plants here and there, trying to pick the plants that the tags said required the LEAST amount of care.  Fingers crossed!  I also fell in love with this ranunculus, which will need to be planted outside when the ground thaws.  I may have to include it in my night-time prayers to make it that long!  Because as I type, the winter wind is howling, and we are getting a new coating of powdery white snow.

 Fletcher picked out the cactus.  He begged for it, actually; kept going back to it, and I had to keep telling him not to touch it.  So I have a partner in keeping these plants alive.  Fletcher and I will be working on our green thumbs together.