I don’t know why this post turned out to be about plants. I meant for it to be about candy bars and 300 children outside in our neighborhood at the same time.
I have so much to tell you, people, and I’m so irritated with myself that I have failed to blog for the last week or two. Halloween happened and that was pretty much pandemonium mixed with high fructose corn syrup and red dye number 3. Also, what the heck is wrong with my potted plants? They’re just dying and I have no idea why. I suppose it could be lack of water. Do potted plants get thirsty?
I have one that looks completely dead but is now growing a bell pepper. I don’t even know what’s going on there. Maybe it’s undead. Can plants be undead?
My giant peace lilly, which I named Jessica (I always name my plants after my frends) was quite happy indoors but Lucy likes to such on her blooms for some reason, and it just so happens that lilly blooms are poisonous to adorable little girls. And all other people.
So I had to move my giant peace lilly to the out of doors and while it’s not so much dying, it’s definitely unhappy with me for choosing my year and a half old daughter over her.
Marty, my ponytail palm, is doing well. That thing can be ignored for 8 months and still truck through and look deep green and beautiful, but Lucy likes to pull my other palm, Lauren, apart. And, while Lauren is not dead, she sure looks as though she’s been living in the middle of a Kindercare center for the last year.
By now you must be wondering what the heck I’m blogging about my plants for. I am wondering the same thing and I’m blaming it on the time change.
I have a picture of myself for you today. It’s me in costume.
And I’ll be your best friend if you know who I am in the picture.