My Garden

Her cooking skills, her impatience, her taste for a nice glass of red wine after a long day...those are all things I got from my mother. One thing I most certainly did not inherit from her, though, is her green thumb. As much as I've struggled throughout my life, keeping a single damn plant alive longer than a month or two is something that totally evades me. It may have something to do with the fact that I have trouble remembering to water myself, let alone a whole garden of plants.

Anyway, here's my latest attempt at having a thriving garden. My mom helped pick everything out, with the stern warning that I need plants which thrive on non-attention and neglect. Lets hope that this go 'round fares better than all the previous.