Patricia Johns

The Telus guys came through our area in an advertising blitz and left these little succulents on our door knobs. One of these is ours. The other, we found outside on the ground, and my husband took pity on it and brought it in.

I’ve been forbidden to touch these. If they die, Mr. Johns says it’ll be because he killed them by accident, not me. I tend to love plants right to death, and he wants these ones to have a fighting chance. 😉

On the balcony, I have Zinnias that are dying. They’re supposed to be hearty, but they are not hearty enough to survive me, it seems. I normally do well with petunias. They are very hard to kill and grow like a weed. That’s what I need!

I have one plant that thrives in spite of me. It’s the little spider plant offshoot that my friend gave me. It just grows and grows! I give it my leftover tea every day and tell it that it’s pretty. I don’t know what to tell you, but it works!

And that is the extent of my gardening this year. Not wildly successful–or really successful at all–but maybe next year will be better. In the meantime, thank goodness for the spider plant that loves me anyway.

Are you better at gardening than I am?

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