But not for me. I have a black thumb. I can usually keep aloe alive, but that's just because it doesn't need much watering. I've never tried very hard, and have a habit of forgetting my plants completely until they're shriveled up and brown. But I've always wanted to give it a go, and have fantasies about home grown vegetables, lush flowering bushes and rich brown soil.
In the new house, I've made very little effort in the garden, but it's something. I've got some tomatoes going, a pepper plant and some lovely herbs that were a gift from my garden-goddess sister-in-law. Still, the tomatoes don't have cages around them and there are weeds that are healthier than the basil. Every time I muster the effort to totter around in garden, I can sense Jim rolling his eyes. "Sure honey, I bet you'll plant zinnias along the side of the garage. Sure."
Despite the doubt of my darling husband (and myself, let's be honest here) I keep hoping one day I'll turn into the kind of person who can reasonably care for another living thing. The cat hasn't died yet, so that's progress. And I have a pepper growing. I don't remember what kind of pepper plant I bought, so I'm not sure how big it's supposed to get. But it's definitely a pepper. If I can manage to keep this pepper going a little while longer, maybe I'll try to get those zinnias going next. That's how it goes, I guess.
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