Keeping houseplants alive have never been my forte.
Actually, a more accurate statement would be that I have always killed every
plant that has come into my home. I try, really I do. But somehow things always
end poorly.
The thing is, I have great growing DNA. My grandmother can
tell a plant to grow and it does. My mother has more houseplants than
furniture. Even my sister can manage to keep green things green. And then there
is me…
So imagine my chagrin when I received a beautiful hydrangea,
my favorite plant, as a gift recently. Not only do I want to keep this beauty
alive because it is beautiful, now I have the added pressure of not wanting to
tell a friend – “Sorry I killed your gift”.
I have also recently discovered that you can’t buy fresh herbs in little
packages – Oh how I miss Kroger. So in order to actually have fresh herbs one
must grow fresh herbs – Yay! {Insert Sarcasm Font}
So my journey of indoor growing has begun. It isn’t going
well. I have watered, not water, turned the soil with a fork (don’t laugh, my
granny does it all the time and she is a plant growing guru), and even resorted
to moving the plants throughout the house to follow the sunshine. I finally
realized they were root-bound. I think that is the correct term for a plant
that has outgrown its pot. So I spent time this weekend repotting them. I even
found what I believe to be plant food. I’m scared to use it on the herbs
because we eat them.
I don’t know if there is a patron saint of houseplants, but
if there is I seriously need to start a prayer chain. Who knew that a few pesky
plants could cause so much stress?!? So if you visit my house and notice the
absence of all things green, just don’t mention it. I’m sure I will have a
shameful story of failure to tell. If, by some miracle, you find living plants
– there is no amount of complimenting that would be considered too much!
Oh the adventures I am having!!!
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