Back when we lived in the "palace", there wasn't a whole lot of light, so the plant scene there was rather non-existent. This was hard for me. I used to have a ton of plants when I lived in the apartment, all thriving and doing well and, you know, living. But then, I had to get rid of all of them because, one, the new house was too small and two, there just wasn't enough light for them to thrive.
Bring on the new "shack" and well, there is nothing but light. Lots of windows. Lots of brightness. Lots of room. So plants once again began to surface. Lots and lots of plants. But you know, somewhere within the lines of communication between SG and I, well, I thought he was watering and he thought I was watering and, you know...dead plants there were. And plenty of them!!
Then, we was given a slip of a plant to start and keep for our own. It really meant a lot to both SG and I. It was his grandfather's plant and Mom had kept the plant alive for all these years.
I rooted it and planted it. And it did really well.
And then, well, that watering thing came into play once again. And it almost died.
So I took what was alive and re-rooted it and again, re-planted it.
I'm not making excuses here, but apparently plants do need water and fertilizer and stuff.
So now, I'm left with this.
And this.
It's apparent that I have problems keeping things other than fish alive. Thank God my kids made it this far!
And if it makes it through this third time around, I am not taking responsiblity for it. SG has now been put in charge of the plants. No ifs, and's or but's about it.
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