I have the opposite of a green thumb, and though I have gotten over the initial desperation, something still pricks (and it ain’t a thorn in my rose bush!).
I have even managed to kill a potted cactus (and I live in a desert!).
My mum, mil, sister are all fantastic gardners, and can grow just about anything. But me? A green tragedy.
And I get terribly jealous when I see other bloggers like Shyam and MG boast about their gardens, i want to do a ‘me too’ post.
O refuses to get rid of it, and waters it, in the hope that it will come back to life!
To make up for my ‘brown’ thumb & deadly vibes, I make do with these (sigh!)…