The Boy calls my plant pot collection in the garage the “plant graveyard.”
That’s not very nice, I don’t think. Yes, I just killed my cactus that I’d successfully kept alive at my former company for five years, but I don’t kill all of my plants.
Just most of them.
But we have a new lovely that’s taken the place of the dead cactus, courtesy of the Tyler Rose Marathon:
The Boy said I should post a photo to remember how it looked before it died.
Not nice, I say. Not nice.
Next victim, please.
Sadness
I have a brown thumb too. =(
So oddly in the simple30.com book I'm going through this month, today's chapter is called "dead plants." Funny that you posted this today.
Timing is everything!