Giving Plants Another Chance

Some of you know about my relationship with plants. It's very unhealthy. I don't like them because most of them make me sneeze, and they don't like me because I kill them accidentally.

Let me tell you the story of my aloe plant. Last fall, I bought an aloe at a fundraiser on campus. Apparently, aloe plants are super easy to take care of, but mine just wasn't looking too hot after I'd owned it for about a week. I thought it needed more sun so I left it outside one day with the absolute best intentions... unfortunately, it got below freezing that night and I forgot to bring the plant inside. I brought it in the next morning, and it looked okay... until it melted.
This is not the only plant I've murdered. Maybe you remember last summer, when I went on a plant killing spree at two homes where I house-sat. I really don't have the best track record with plants. Well, all of that is changing! I have recently taken pity on the garden in front of our house. It hasn't been weeded or watered or anything in probably eight years. I decided to try to give it a makeover, but I didn't know where to start. So I went to my grandmother.

My grandmother is a wonderful gardener, and last week when I told her I was going to give gardening a try, she took me outside to her garden. She pulled up a few young larkspurs that hadn't bloomed yet. All I had to do, according to her, was put them in my garden as soon as I got home, water them, and then leave them alone. I didn't believe her, but I tried it anyway. (She even called me later at home to make sure I'd really watered them... she knows I'm dangerous.) And then yesterday, LOOK WHAT I WOKE UP TO!
Holy moly, I grew something!!! I am ecstatic. HAPPY JUNE, EVERYONE!