Monday, May 22, 2006
The Curse of the Black Thumb
Jacelyn and I, in a combined effort, have managed to kill off the sunflowers we so lovingly nurtured into seedling-hood. A cat (or something) ate our morning glories, and our bachelor's buttons never even sprouted. This leaves us with one drooping citronella plant on the front porch. I'm trying to be extra attentive to it, and will probably over-water it until it, too, dies a withered death. Here's to the survival of our only remaining plant! Keep your fingers crossed!