Josh is good with plants. I am not. If it's not pestering me to feed it, I'll forget about it. Josh has forbid me from doing anything with the plants since I killed a jade plant. I do, however, love having plants around. I love how it makes our house look all jungle-y.
I love flowers, and I always admire people who have vibrant gardens. I just don't have the vision. Well, certainly not the foresight to turn tiny little brown seeds and bulbs into blankets of color.
I just stumble around, shoulders hunched, muttering to myself about all the work I need to get done...
...my breath coming through clenched teeth as I try not to slip on the icy sidewalks, vision dulled by winter's monochrome and snow glare....
...until a tiny spark ignites...
...lighting my path to Spring.
2 comments:
perfect.
Gorgeous!
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