On the other hand, my sister, brother and I have true black thumbs.
a tad so dramatic.
Anyhooo, as kids we tried to grow veggies. Never worked, NEVER!
I wonder if it had something to do with Brother pulling them up to see if they were growing???
Naaah, that couldn’t be it.
Granny Chaney gave me African violets after I got married. One by one they bit the dust. Then she gave me a Purple Passion plant. (yes, it’s a real plant! Google it.) Surprise, surprise! (not) it died.
Finally, in exasperation, she gave me a cactus, declaring “Now, I know you won’t kill this.”
Who knew????? Watering a cactus kills it. Color me surprised.
I have a black thumb. So, I’m the Death Angel for plants. I’ve accepted it.
So, if you were planning to send me a plant, go ahead and kill it, and send me the obituary.
RIP all the plants past….