i thought those flowers i planted and managed to grow are tulips, but they are not. Mom saw them and corrected me- crocus. apparently the ones i planted up by the front steps are tulips, but they've not flowered yet. they are growing, however, amazingly enough. i usually suck at this, to the point of it being a disclaimer for any and all who take on my housesitting or personal assistant services- i don't do plants. if they're dead when you get back, you knew this was likely to happen going in. it's not from lack of want or solid attempts. i housesat for Mom's friend Snooter for two weeks once and she made a schedule of when to water what and how much- i still killed half of 'em. for the record, and those of you who don't know, here's a list of flowers and plants i've attempted to grow or keep and have killed, in no particular order-
black eyed susan
irises (which is so sad because i adore them)
purple cone flowers
mint (which i actually ran over with the lawnmower first... sorry, Mom.)
ferns (yes, ferns.)
a cactus and an aloe plant because i mixed them up (sorry, anne.)
that's just off the top of my head and there are likely more. but by god, i can grow crocuses, tulips, and morning glories. my lack of a green thumb has always made me a bit sad because i really enjoy gardening. i like warmer weather, like to be outside (in the shade, of course), and growing something is a great way to work for something and feel proud of oneself. i'm good with children and animals, so to me, plants should be Easier- but they aren't. not only that, my mom, grandma Bette, and Grammie were/are all plant masters- why did my generation get skipped? but perhaps with this spring's growth, i'll turn over a new leaf.
i'm so sorry, that was an Awful joke.