They Call Me Black Finger

On Saturday, I was bragging to my son and husband

how I had managed to grow a little plant that I had 

broken off a piece of from another plant 

and plugged it in a hanging basket.

As I lifted it up to show them, the basket went crashing to the ground.

They thought this was hilarious.

It made me want to cry.

A not happy Brenda!

It was actually one plant that I haven't killed.

I really do have a black thumb.

Example:

I planted one plant in our grow boxes -

This is it, the only one that didn't survive.

These are Todd's vegetables.

Yep, he planted all of them.

 

I could get discouraged and just give up,

but I'm too stubborn.

 

So what did I do?

Went out and bought succulents

and planted them in the hanging basket

(that is now not a hanging basket - it is just sitting in a planter).

Aren't they pretty!

 

Then I went and bought a replacement plant for the tomato.

I planted a watermelon in the tomato's place.

I also planted basil, dill and cilantro next to it.

And there you go.

 

We'll wait and see how well these new plants do.