the plant blues

I bought my first house plant sometime in high school. It was some kind of succulent. It was beautiful, but that didn't last, after a few months it was a spindly, tall, awkward looking plant. Per haps it was going through plant puberty (which it would never out grow) to reflect the stage of life I was passing through? I passed it on to my green-thumbed mother and who knows she may still have it growing somewhere.

Well, awhile back I decided to try again. It would be lovely to have some green living things in our apartment. I bought an orchid. It was beautiful. Then slowly but surely the flowers fell off, then the stalks, the growing medium grew mold, and I just noticed the other day that one of it's leaves had turned yellow so I pulled it off. I will admit that it has survived a lot longer than I ever would have thought. I don't know much about orchids so perhaps this is just part of it's normal cycle.

I convinced Adam that it would be nice to have some flowers around again (as our orchid my never bloom again) and it's much cheaper to buy some living begonias than a bouquet. So, some beautiful begonias were placed in a shopping cart, purchased, and not long after graced our table. Well, a month passed and the poor begonia is not the better for it. It followed a similar but much more hasty path to the yard waste bin...(well, that isn't exactly true, I still have both plants on my windowsill but that will be their final destination).

completely unrelated photo of a four leaf clover I found

Why are you bothering us with this you may well ask? The answer? I feel like complaining. Did I miss the green-thumb gene that some in my family clearly have? (check this out for proof).