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.