I have a confession. I kill plants. Not intentionally, but more than a few of our green friends have met with unfortunate, untimely ends in my care. Recently, Dadda required for a commercial he was working on, a couple of potted plants that looked as though they were dead and being thrown out with the rubbish - he didn't have to go far to find them, he simply came into our backyard and took his pick of ours. Off the same job, Dadda brought home a few baby herbs and potting mix. We planted, we watered, we loved. And guess what - they grew!
4 comments:
i don't have a green thumb either but there's something so fun and gratifying about being able to grow your own herbs...hope yours continues to thrive!
Great News!
I share a similar black thumb. It's very sad....
Wonders will never cease! My thumb is like a mood ring; sometimes good green sometimes bad black.
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