Back home, finally! Going to get some rest, so keeping tonight’s short.

I inherited my mom’s hair, her eyes, and her hips. But one thing I definitely did not get was her green thumb, especially when it comes to gardening. I can’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I’ve read books, watched countless YouTube videos.  I check the Ph of my soil, augment it with the appropriate nutrients. And it’s not that nothing grows – quite the contrary! Just about everything I plant comes up looking phenomenal! And then about a week into the growing season, one after another, the plants wither and die.

But I’m not going to give it up. I owe it to the memory of my mom to keep tending to the garden that she’s no longer around to tend herself. For that reason, even though nothing grows to harvest, just the connection to mom makes it worthwhile. Working in the garden, tending to the plants, I swear she’s out there with me in the warm sun.

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When I look at my daughter, I see some of my best characteristics. But, lord, I don’t understand what’s going on with her garden. She works so hard at it and everything looks so strong and healthy. I admit, I do try to help her out and tend to the young plants – you know, a little pruning here and there, training vines to trellis. That kind of thing. But no matter how hard I try to help, they all die!

But, let me tell you, the patch of ground behind the garden where nothing ever grew? It’s absolutely flourishing with ghost plants! I didn’t even know that was a thing, but it seems all the ghost of the plants that die in Michelle’s garden all turn up in mine! How’s that for convenient! I must have a dead thumb!