I never had a green thumb at all. Though I post photos on here of lush landscapes, that is all the Lord not me....I get involved in too many projects to always remember to water faithfully (which is actually a benefit if you grow orchids in moss). Truly. I am not a natural gardener, but there is a tender little place in my heart that is often touched beyond reason by a growing thing.
For example, when we were in Alaska, I kept a little gardenia by my computer. You know, my dear friend, that winter and dark are hard on me, and finding a gardenia in a local nursery was a Godsend.
One day I had been in town and my son told me on the phone that my gardenia had bloomed. I was pleased and thanked him for the information. When I came home, I took one look at that flower and burst into tears. SOBBING tears, shuddering, gasping, choking tears. Everyone was surprised, including me! :) Even then the rational part of my brain was thinking "What on EARTH??" while my heart broke wide in two and out flowed salt water down my cheeks.
Grandmother's roses, a "first-real-dance" carnation, a magnolia tree that delighted at a relative's house....all these are little growing parts of our souls. There is something about nature that we crave, that we need. Indeed when I look at all those beautiful homes in Veranda or Southern Living or when I watch tv, my eye is drawn to the windows and what plants are growing outside, if it is summer or spring or winter.
One thing I love to have inside my house is what I call my Winter Garden. I stash interesting plants here and there, tender trees that cannot survive the cold, such as my plumeria, some begonias that I have been growing through winters, etc.
They are all kind of leggy and scrawny and "more-or-less greenish", but they make me happy...
ESPECIALLY when one of them starts to bear fruit, like my Meyer Lemon!
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