second chances

Remember Tallulah and Delilah? Ya. They didn't make it to the new house.

Instead, Katie planted two beautiful flowers on our stoop. Then, the following day, she accidentally knocked one of the pots off with her suitcase, spilling the soil and happy flowers everywhere.

Is my bad luck with plants rubbing off on her?

She didn't have time to repot it before she left town, so, unaware of my [lack of] skills, she asked me to do it. I went for it this weekend, and am going to put all of effort into not killing them before she gets back into town.

I'm also putting all of my effort into not naming them, since they're her plants and it should really be her choice. It's a big decision.

But if I were going to name them, I would probably pick Marcy and Minty. I'm just saying...

working on it

Katie G. sent me a text last week that said: my plant hopes your plants get better. The following photo was included:

Bragging? Maybe. :) But I am sure her well wishes are going to put life back into Tallulah and Delilah.

Meanwhile, I've somehow managed to kill the super resilient plant on my desk:

Truth be told, my plants are probably dying because I keep forgetting to water them regularly. I tend to drown them and drought them. Got to keep them on their toes?

I promise I'm working on it.

can we talk about this?

I've long since been back and forth on the whole nature vs. nurture idea. But my plants are basically living(ish) proof that although I nurtured them equally, sometimes nature really is stronger.

Neither look quite as beautiful as they did two weeks ago when my mom poured lots of Muff love into them, but Tallulah is hanging in...

Whereas Delilah is on the struggle bus...

You see the arrow? That bunch of leaves is still attached, and is supposed to be climbing my railing. Instead, it's doing the horizontal on the ground.

Maybe they'll be more resilient as fall settles in?