Another one bites the dust.

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.”

"Greenlee" is lookin' good in the dining room. For now.

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.