I have a brown thumb. I do not speak plant.
The only plant I ever managed to keep alive and healthy was a bamboo plant I had in college. That plant lasted almost 5 years. It however, had an unfortunate run in with my sisters cat. Damn cat. when we moved into our house we had a lush green lawn. We killed it within a year. We also had this planter when you walked into the house that had been there since the 50's, that didn't even take 6 months. Come to think of it, it also had a bad run in with my sisters cat. Damn cat!
Sometimes I over-water, most of the time I under-water, but in general I just don't get it. I want the lovely green things I just can't seem to communicate right. I dream of being one of those hipster greenies with my own fresh garden. but first, I think I should be able to keep my gift aloe alive... Baby steps right.
There is no time for baby steps! Since the d-word was announced we are taking huge steps to start the process and one of the first steps is selling our house. That means we cannot have a weed filled patch of dirt for a front yard. So sod it.... Ha. But no really. We did. And I have no flipping clue what I'm doing. Also I planted flowers! OMG. So now we have this beautiful front yard, and every morning before I get out of bed I wonder will it be dead today? I don't feel very confident in my gardening abilities.
Also I'm totally paranoid and I keep looking over my shoulder anytime I water something. I feel like a criminal. Yesterday a black Buick drove past my house when my sprinkler was on and I got the sudden urge to run outside and turn off the water. What the hell is that about?
Today while I was watering the sod using one of those oscillating sprinklers I watched two little hummingbirds play in the water. It was so sweet and funny. I always forget how animated hummingbirds can be, and honestly have never watched them play in the rain. They battled each other for a bit and then they would zip in and out of the jets, like an acrobatic show just missing each other. They'd dart through one turn around and dart back then they'd shake their little butts and do it again. I swear I could just feel the smile on their little birdy faces. They'd hover along the edge of the water and move forward and back with it like they were connected to the stream. Then they followed it down to the ground and took a proper shower. One little stream dumping on their heads while they preened and flicked the water at each other. I think hummingbirds are the definition of joy. Little ornery pixies having tons of fun.
I remember doing a logo for a client who worked for the local tribes, and the hummingbird in a lot of cultures is believed to be like shamans or spirit guides, they signify the beginning of a journey, change, new ideas, and personal growth. I kinda like that idea right now. Seems appropriate. Like little messengers sent to tell me it's just another journey and I should learn to play in the rain too.
can you be a pessimist and a romantic simultaneously? I've always been and it seems like such a contradiction. Sometimes I look back too much, and sometimes I over indulge in dreams, that's just who I am.
Getting there. :)