So, here goes:
This is a more recent photo of some flowers I cut from my very own dahlia plant. I love dahlias and jared bought me this plant about 4 months ago. Now, the months are very important because I have a black thumb. I get it from my mom…she’s killed ever plant/flower she’s ever gotten unless my dad planted it. He has a green thumb on the other hand and is practically Martha Stuart with his garden in the backyard (of course my mom gets all the compliments for it since she’s a female so she MUST have a garden)
Anyway, I’m very proud to say that I’ve kept this plant alive for about 4 months. Jared has probably given me about 5 or 6 potted flowers since we’ve been together and they have all sadly perished except for this one. Not only has it survived this long, but it grew flowers consistently for a couple months and I was able to cut them and put fresh flowers in my house! So, I don’t know if the survival of this plant is because I’m finally learning how to take care of plants or because this dahlia will survive through whatever I do (or not do) to it. Either way, it gives me hope and though it may seem like a small acheivement, it’s a big one to me 🙂 Someday, when I have my own house (not rented I mean) I would love to have a garden including flowers and vegetables and herbs. I’ve been trying to be intentional about what I eat lately and having fresh veges right there in my backyard would help I think. Well, we’ll see!
4 replies on “Photo a day – 1”
what a beautiful color! Way to go on keeping it alive! 🙂 I can’t wait to have my own garden someday too!
I totally hear you on wanting to have your own garden. We’re still trying to figure out what we can handle in ours – we have an overgrown fig tree, a dead lemon tree, and a lime tree in recovery…all remnants from the previous owners. We planted some herbs last week, but no luck yet…we may have black thumbs, too! Keep your fingers crossed for us!
Well…should I be offended that you said that I have a black thumb, or should I be happy that I got a shout out in your blog?>My black thumb comes from a traumatic incident suffered in my youth. I was around 10 or 11 and I begged my dad for a garden. He put up metal stakes and chicken wire around a 10 X 30 foot area and I happily planted a row of everything. Corn, tomatoes, beans, flowers…seriously, a row of everything. It grew up all lush and Eden-like amidst the barren Ramona countryside, and then one day our herd of sheep trampled through the fence and ate every last growing thing in there. I was crushed…and therefore scarred for life. I have not been able to grow a single thing since then.
wow mom! I never knew that story!! see, this photo a day thing helps me to learn more about my friends and family 🙂