Well, I decided my green thumb may not be that green after all. Since it’s fall… . Scratch that, I live in Northern Michigan. The only season – singular – we know is winter and the month of July, of course. But seriously, fall in Northern Michigan really is wonderful. In fact it’s November 11th and it was close to 70. I was able to catch up on all the of outside chores that are so dependent on the weather. And, here’s a bonus. The outside Christmas lights even got hung. Not bad, eh?
Back to the whole thumb thing.
I had a credit at Garden Goods – a local gardening center that is just amazing. So I decided on a beautiful croton. I’ve had hit and miss luck with house plants in the past and thought that maybe, just maybe, this would be a hit. My mother always grew crotons and assured me the croton would be the perfect choice. Well, I plant the sure thing with my daughter. You know one of those bonding events that is supposed to be the ah moments in life. And what happens, the damn leaves fall off! Now the poor girl is scarred for life and I’ve got ugly sticks pointing out of this brand new pot.
Still, I didn’t panic. I may be struggling lately, but I’m really not that big of a fail. So I googled ‘croton house plants’. And, after a gazillion responses, I was comforted. Apparently the croton is not that fool-proof after all. It doesn’t like to be moved and when it is it quickly goes into shock, loosing all of it’s leaves.
I realize there’s a metaphor in there some physcotherapist would have a field day with, but who cares. I DIDN”T KILL ANOTHER HOUSE PLANT – yet
I’ll leave you with that.
