See the problem with plants are they don't jump, scream, cry, bark, or holler to remind you that they need to eat. If they could just do that, then they might might be okay, hmmm maybe. But they don't they just sit there and fade off into the oblivion of my mind, and to there certain death.
Last year when I had surgery, a friend sent me a very nice plant to cheer me up. She chose a plant rather than flowers so it could keep on bringing me joy. That's the concept of dish gardens right? They're like a little garden in a dish that you can care for. Yeah, I got some of those from friends, too; they didn't make it. Again, not a gardener of any kind dish or otherwise!
So, the plant. It was gorgeous. I loved it right up until I no longer had to stay in bed, but it didn't get up and follow me to the living room. It didn't yell "pick me up, take me with you!" It just sat there in the bedroom until it dried up and I threw it outside for it to live out it's last days in the sun.
Hubby got a hold of it, and apparently
he has a green thumb!
Look at it now!
This post was written from Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompt Do you have a green thumb?