I am pretty good with plants. They usually live, maybe not thrive, but they do look ok for a long time.
Both of my gramma’s were great with plants. Gramma Rose had wonderful vegetable gardens. Not big gardens but a nice little patch in the backyard.
Gramma Lillie lived in an apartment so she had indoor plants, violets. Her violets were amazing. They always had flowers and some were old plants that she had for years, and they were big plants. She said the secret was to talk nice to them, but not too nice. They needed to be given a good tongue lashing occasionally and cursing was included.
I live in a condo with a small balcony so I don’t have a garden but I do have flowers out there and they are quite healthy and lush. I guess I get that green thumb from Gramma Rose.
Gramma Lillie was not so generous in sharing her gift with me. I have violets, 3 of them. Have had them several years. They are the same size as when I got them. I think they have the same number of leaves since day 1. The flowers that were blooming on them when I got them are the only flowers they have ever had.
For years they have just sat and been sad little green things. They have been watered and fed and not watered and fed; I have moved them around from room to room and window to window hoping they would find their happy place. I have talked nice, yelled, cursed, and pleaded with them. All to no avail. Until…
I know the picture is all fuzzy. The only camera I have is on my phone and I don’t know how to adjust it or focus it or whatever. Besides, I was so excited to see these blooms I couldn’t stop jittering around to get a good picture.
If this sad little violet gets me this excited…if something really big happens I will have a heart attack and die on the spot.
Today, I think I need to get a life.