Cheating on the Outdoors
I need a garden. Even if it’s just one potted plant. I’m graving some natural greenery around these parts. Maybe it’s all this talk about how I wish I love the outdoors. Maybe it’s the landscaping happening outside my apartment window. Or maybe it’s lack of oxygen? In any case… I’ve been dying for some nice houseplants ever since I killed our house plants about a year ago.
My grandmother was quite a houseplant keeper extraordinaire. When she passed away, I took all of her houseplants and loyally tended to them in some kind of misguided effort to keep something of Gramma’s alive. Silly me, so much of her was alive through photos, memories, and the legacy she left behind. But that didn’t make me feel any better when I saw the shriveled up plants after the first frost of 2009. Bum-mer!
I suppose I’m just terribly romantic. Although, my romantic status is somewhat of a closet case. But I long to someday live in a home with a swoon-worthy garden space. I think it would be amazingly inspiring, yeah? Just as long as I have a gardener on staff. I would hate to get my hands dirty. ;) (Oh my. I’m not getting very far with my goal to be more outdoorsy, am I?! Help!!)
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