My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made
while learning to see things from the plant’s point of view.
[H. Fred Ale]
If there was an SPCA for house plants, they would come and collect mine. This slightly blurry photo is my effort to stave off a visit if such an organization exists. Just when I thought my violet was on its last stems, it rallied and started to bloom. I am amazed. It must be very hardy.
Like most people, there are things I do well, and there are things I don’t do well. My cooking can be described as merely adequate. Although I admire beautiful yards and gardens, my efforts only produce results that keep the city from giving me a weed citation. If anyone ever heard me sing, they would pay me not to. However my hardy little violet gives me hope so I planted my window boxes with flowers and bought a new cookbook. I think I’ll keep on singing only in my heart.