What does it mean when you can’t keep a flower alive? Am I impatient? thoughtless? Not nurturing? Each of these are probably a little bit true. But, I think it’s just a matter of disinterest. I mean, I always remember to feed and water the children so I can’t be all that bad.
This is my husbands fault. For Mothers day, he got me a beautiful…um…I dunno what it is. Pink Flower/bush thing. It was very pretty. But, he knows I’m not a flower person. Unless it’s cut flowers. Those I can keep alive for at least a week and a half! But flower-flowers that I have to water and put in the sun and sing to? I was less than enthusiastic about this gift. Part of me wanted to say, “Dude. Really?” The other part of me decided to take the challenge. I WILL KEEP THIS FLOWER THINGY ALIVE, DAMN IT! Nearly 3 weeks later, it looks like this! FAIL!
I can’t blame my husband too much, I guess. He comes from a family of growers. Especially the women. Every Memorial Day they huddle together and discuss their gardens and flower beds. I sit quietly sipping my soda while they suddenly start speaking in a whole other language.
“My Hoobahobbas are coming up nicely.”
“You should see my Cobra Kai Otheums!”
“I thought for sure the rain was going to kill off my Humming Bird Twats.”
Suddenly it’s my turn to talk. All I can get out is a quiet mumble. “Yellow flower smell good.”
Truth is, I would love to have a beautifully landscaped yard with pretty flowers and little colorful trees all around, but it’s just not gonna happen. I don’t have a green thumb. I have a blue thumb. Plants come around me, get depressed, and kill themselves! Fortunately, I have better luck with people! Actually, if I’m being honest…well, never mind.
I’ve decided though, I am not going to be too hard on myself. Thing is, I’m too busy for that whole horticultural lifestyle. There’s so many steps to take and rules to follow. God forbid I mix my Naked Ladies with my Sweet-Williams. Oh the scandal! (And yeah, I had to Google those flowers. To my surprise, I have Naked Ladies popping up in my yard every summer!) Instead, I’m just going sit back and enjoy the little low maintenance gifts that Mother Nature has blessed me with this day.