I can’t grow stuff. Anytime I try, I’m reminded of how awesome I am at killing plants. In fact, I bet I can kill plants just by thinking about them. I used to have an amaryllis plant and it died, but the weed that was growing in the pot with it didn’t. So I kept on watering it because that’s the only thing I’ve ever gotten to grow. The weed lived for almost a year before it finally relented to my awesome killing power.
So now, I have 7 different small pots in the windowsill, and a new resolution to grow something in them. I’ve tried this before and gotten some basil going, but it all died eventually. I love basil, so I pretty much just stick with that. I figure out of 7 pots, maybe I can get one that might by some freak mutation be Karyn-proof. Anyway, a while back, I planted basil in all 7 if my little pots in the window and hoped for the best. Much to my surprise, something actually sprouted! But……it’s not basil. I think it’s a weed. I got a freaking weed that I DIDN’T PLANT to grow instead of any basil. And that sage plant I got from my sister that died ages ago spontaneously resprouted instead of the basil seeds. Leave it to me to plant 7 little pots of basil seeds and get resurrected sage and some unknown weed plant. I might have better luck just putting the pots of dirt out and not planting any seeds at all.
Though I suppose it takes talent to grow stuff I didn’t even plant, huh?
It was an absolutely gorgeous day yesterday, and Husband and I went out for dessert and sat in the park to eat it. We were sitting in the grass amongst some crocuses that had sprouted up all over the grass, outside of their little landscaped area under the trees. It was lovely, though I know it won’t be long before the groundskeepers pull them all out in the name of “taking care of the grass.” I would have brought some home, but I figured they would probably live longer in the park than they would under my care.