I have tried, really- I have. Potted flowers, Bamboo, cactus plants, aloe vera…. I can’t keep them alive. You’d think I would be good at it. I have a beautiful outdoor flower garden.
Proof that at least one of my thumbs is green!
But every year I talk myself into it. “This year is going to be your year. You can DO IT! You CAN keep a potted plant, come on- TRY IT.” And I do. And I fail.
This year, around mid-May, a small organic potted rosemary sprig was begging me to take him home. I whispered to him, “It’s probably not a good idea little fella, you won’t last very long.” I read the plant tag that claimed rosemary was hearty and easy to take care of. I sighed. I caved. I bought it.
I was so proud of myself. It seemed to like it’s new home. It grew and I used a sprig in a recipe. I was so happy. Then it started to look a little sad. So I put it in the only window that a kid can’t reach that gets good sunlight. Unfortunately, the laundry room window isn’t a window I pay much attention to. The rosemary plant got a little thirsty. Luckily, I noticed it quick enough to save it. I gave it a good drink and put it outside.
I came back from vacation to this:
Mr. Dead Rosemary