While checking out at Home Depot this afternoon with a cart full of plants, I confessed to the sales lady “I’m a serial plant killer.” For a split second, I think she didn’t want to ring up the sale – afraid I’d be back soon to buy more unsuspecting plants. I’m exaggerating but there’s a bit of truth to what I told her. I do not have a green thumb.
The sales lady says, “You have the wrong attitude. Plants like a positive atmosphere.” She’s right. I don’t have high hopes because I have never been able to keep plants looking healthy and green for more than a few months. So she advises me, “Try talking to to them more.”
LOL. What should I say to them? “Welcome to your new home. Try to ignore those dead-looking plants over in the other room?” My 12-year-old daughter is tickled with our new plant plan. She’s named the new ones: “Garth”, “Greenlee” and “Buzz”. She has lengthy explanations for her name choices. I really don’t care as long as she talks to them nicely on a daily basis.
I suppose my new green friends won’t want to hear what’s making news on Fox Chicago. They’d probably prefer tidbits from HGTV. Meantime, I hope they’re not getting bad vibes from the dog.