Today in MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers), we had a great presentation on gardening and growing an herb garden. The gal who presented was very knowledgeable and told us all sorts of things about planting, watering and pruning our herbs. We then decorated our little pots with ribbons and bling (!), and made a decorative label for each pot. I joked that I needed ribbons and stickers in manly colors, because if these herbs had a chance at life, it was with my husband, not me.
To say I don't have a green thumb is like saying that Hitler was a little naughty. I am horrible at gardening, primarily because I don't enjoy it. I don't like getting my hands all dirty (the dirt stays under your nails for days!!), I'm not a fan of the bugs, and pulling weeds doesn't sound therapeutic to me - just exhausting. I love the great outdoors - we camp frequently - but gardening is not my cup of tea. Even houseplants don't make it a week under my care!
So - these little unsuspecting herbs sit on my counter, having no idea the home they've been given. For their sake, may my husband sweep in and have pity on them.
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I hear ya'. I did finally put in a fruit/veg/herb garden last spring and we actually got a few things from it, so I was very proud of myself! But houseplants just look at me and go all belly-up. I've always said I don't have a green thumb, I have a hairy thumb, cuz I'm good with animals.
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