Wow! A story I can relate to on so many levels! My mother was the green thumb. I, myself, couldn’t grow dirt!! When she passed I let her beautiful Christmas cactus go. Only watered them. Then one day I repotted them put them in a sunny window and for the first time in many years they bloomed! Beautiful assorted colors. I still don’t have a green thumb just my mother looking down on them... and me.
I’m still waiting for a bouquet of flowers from an amorous suitor!!!
Wow! A story I can relate to on so many levels! My mother was the green thumb. I, myself, couldn’t grow dirt!! When she passed I let her beautiful Christmas cactus go. Only watered them. Then one day I repotted them put them in a sunny window and for the first time in many years they bloomed! Beautiful assorted colors. I still don’t have a green thumb just my mother looking down on them... and me.
I’m still waiting for a bouquet of flowers from an amorous suitor!!!