Thursday, October 23, 2014


I most definitely do not have a green thumb.  It's pretty much a guarantee that anything left under my care will die a slow horrible death.  (God help me if I should ever actually have any children).  Mom was the plant person in our family.  I tend to follow more my Dad's lead - leave the watering to God.  Needless to say, the color around our house has been reduced to all but the hardiest of bushes.  My favorite is the tropical plant Bird-of-Paradise.  We have quite a few in our yard and I thought, since I do the mowing now, that I had killed them all.  Since Mom passed, I can count on one hand the number of blooms.  That is until this year - this is the year of the Bird-of-Paradise.  Each plant has multiple blooms.  I took a picture tonight.  It's hard to say why I love this plant.  I remember as a kid thinking how much they looked like birds.  And they're orange and blue; can never go wrong being orange and blue.

1 comment:

  1. I love Birds-of-Paradise but my current favorite is my wild roses in front of my house. They weren't wild when I planted them, but since I fired my gardener and have no interest in trimming them, they've gone rouge. But I like them at way, the wild ones are more interesting.