The Tea Post 3
Confessions
I am cursed with a constant desire to buy pretty flowers for my house.
Small orchids.
A spot of color for my desk.
I am also . . . a plant killer.
I don’t have a green thumb; I have a death thumb.
French Lilac
It used to be French Lilac.
I’ve only had this bouquet for 5 days.
Basil
This plant used to be full and round.
Also, relatively positive my husband has been nursing this basil to life while I’m not looking. (Just to make me feel less evil.)
You may say, “Everyone’s herbs die. Everyone loses a plant or two!”
I killed a basket of ivy when I was in second grade.
Ivy.
The weed that burrows through concrete.
I killed my wedding orchids within a month of bringing them home. My mother saved one from me, and it’s been happily alive for some time now.
The only thing I don’t want to grow.
I touch garlic and it sprouts.
I am death.
I am drought.
I am not the person to ask to babysit your house plants.
