To listen to me yammer on and on about my garden, you might be tempted to believe I’ve always been a natural-born nurturer of living things.
That would be an erroneous assumption.
Today at Off Our Chests, I’m giving you a little peek into my past… back to a time when I was only too happy to let things die. Maybe YOU didn’t have to have a tortured youth to come out of it a relatively useful adult, but I did. And I think it worked out okay.
C’mon over. Please tell me I’m not the only one who used to be rotten…?
“Maybe YOU didn’t have to have a tortured youth to come out of it a relatively useful adult, but I did. And I think it worked out okay.”
I suspect that somewhere in your wicked, miserable past you must have had a moment of truth.
Just so you know, you can kill cacti by overwatering them. Ask me how I know.
I seem to kill EVERY hanging plant I get. Every year I still try to keep one alive. Some day I hope to keep one alive for a whole season.
Plants are overrated what with all their smug greenery and stufff
I think some days I am still 98% rotten ;) Also, my hanging baskets are dying a little bit and this makes me very sad deep in my heart :P Other parts of them are alive, though, and the whole place around me is green, so that’s grand!
When I was 8, I got annoyed at my goldfish because it never slept. I’d get up in the middle of the night, and it would be staring at me, no matter what time it was. So I stopped feeding it. It took a full month to die, a glowing testament to how frequently I cleaned the fish bowl.
Then I grew up and learned that fish have clear eyelids.
Ha! I left my comment before I clicked the link and learned that you also starved your goldfish to death!
Man, I can kill mint. MINT!