Ten years ago I had, what was to me, a perfect little garden. I was continually weeding and adding to it. In a lot of ways it was my therapy. The neighbor lady used to say she could tell when I was stressed out [I was a single mom in this home] because there would be less yard and more garden. Digging was good for me.
I even added a cute little potting shed. Painting it up like Martha Stewart!
My green thumb was evident everywhere!
Here I am, ten years later, happily married and living half a country away from this home and I've totally lost my green thumb. I'm trying to find it. Maybe if I unpacked more... yeah, but we won't go there! LOL!
Instead maybe I'll find my green thumb by picking up some things at this store. Hoping to get there with my sister in September! Wondering if I could keep this alive. I wonder if I'd have trouble with this one. I *love* the look of greenery. I *love* plants and flowers but lately they seem to be really challenging me. So maybe I should just go with cement flowers.
The memories of the little house with the wonderful garden are still very vivid and I hope that someday my green thumb will show up and embed itself in this home on the east coast! someday.