I have a black thumb. I really do. I kill plants that come into my care. Yet my dear daughters who have green thumbs, have never given up on me. Despite the fact that the flowers both of them have given me in the past years have inevitably died. Beth gave me the fresh flowers in the vase, and brought them to my surprise party. Rachel gave me the plant. I’m not sure why my girls are so determined to have me become a plant person. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers and plants. I’m just not good at them. I appreciate the fact that they care about me enough to share something they love with me.
As long as they don’t start sharing their dogs.