Tuesday, May 31, 2011


EDIT: Guess what comes out tomorrow!!! www.dalyway.blogspot.com

I have two window boxes of pansies outside, three tomato plants and ten houseplants in front of the double living room window across from where I often sit and write. None are dead. I have to say, that’s a bloody miracle.

I have a black thumb—at least I did until recently. Every time I’ve gotten plants over the past twenty years or so, I’ve killed them. I’d try. I’d try really hard, but I’d kill them. Literally, it was “welcome to death row, muchacha.”

When I worked in student exchange, I did actually have a dieffenbachia that lived awhile but that was only because Bronwyn watered it when ever she came to visit. It was a gorgeous plant and it was the only thing that thrived in that office. When I left there, I brought it home with me.
It lasted a few years.

All other plants…RIP.

So you can see that it’s a miracle that these plants are alive—and thriving!—while I’m their sole caregiver. I swear, raising kids is easier than raising plants.

But somehow, I’ve managed to keep these alive for months—well, the inside ones anyway.
Maybe my black thumb is turning green again…

1 comment:

Bronwyn Green said...

Awwww, I remember that plant... Maybe that plant died once you took it home because what it actually thrived on was all the hateful misery in that office rather than the occasional waterings. ;)

I have to say, your current crop is doing beautifully.