I must have inherited my mother's thumbs. I have one plant at work. It requires nothing but a little watering now and then. It's dying. It had four or six tendrilly things coming out of the ground. I pulled out all but the last two yesterday because they were turning brown and withering. The remaining two tendrils still give me hope because they look remarkably healthy, but we'll see.
Fortunately, Jessica seems to do well with the house plants/garden, so our kids still have some hope for being able to grow something.
Thanks a lot Mom.
Friday, January 27, 2006
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