Former "Black Thumb"6:46 AM
We should have given up on our little horticultural adventures. But every year we took our hopeful and slightly delusional self's on over to the local nursery. No matter how much we extended our gardening budget every year the summers end only brought eye soars and sour faces. The fruits of our labor consisted of limped stems and crinkled up flower petals.
So you can imagine my hesitation come spring weather when my outdoor itch begins to set in. If only those poor plants knew as they were being rang through the register that they would soon be falling victim to my torturous desires.