Luckily, my brussels sprouts, berry bushes, azaleas and forsythia made it. I do not have what you would call a green thumb. Mine is more of a drab olive thumb...that lovely murky color reserved for canned peas or overcooked asparagus, not quite the bright green of spring that it should be.
I stumble quite a bit when it comes to gardening. Somehow, no matter how badly I screw it up, how big the disappointment, I still come back every year and try again. Sometimes I learn from my mistakes, sometimes I don't. All part of the learning process, right?
Any-who, my point is this; it's the effort that counts and the payoff (when there is one) is pretty darn great. There is a sincere feeling of pride and accomplishment when I pull up to my house and see that the ivy has finally taken off and made the top corner of my front lawn look amazing, or that the lilac bush that I planted three years ago just might bloom this year. Even better is that first warm tomato of the year that I just can't help but to pull off and pop in my mouth on the spot.
So my darlings, if you're great at gardening, well, goodie for you. For those of you who are not, no matter how bad you may think you are, you will not get better my sitting on that pretty little tushie of yours. Go forth! Make your mistakes...and when you succeed, smile and be glad that, for once, something in your life went exactly as planned.
Now, any suggestions for taming a ridiculously wild rosemary bush?
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