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Subtitle of this post: Things I Am Not Good At.
If you are a follower of my regular blog, you have heard about my frustration with growing things. And maybe you remember how my grandmother, who shook her head despairingly over my black thumb, could resuscitate totally dead plants into thriving botanical wonders.
I try. Herbs in pots, who could go wrong with that? Here they were in a sunny garden window, last fall. 
Here they are now. Oh, bitter day.
My brother gave me a book for Christmas: Urban Gardening for Dummies. And I’ll try it, really I will. But I face the fact that I’ll never be mistaken for a gardener, urban or otherwise. Sorry.
Musings with Marianne 
You seem to garden the way I do. I can’t help but sign the death warrant of any plant in my possession. We’ve got two trees outside our house and a palm plant in the garden at the back and they seem to do fine so long as I don’t get involved with them.
Cait @ Click’s Clan
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Hello, sistah gardener! Love your comment about how things are fine as long as you don’t get involved with them. If you look into my blog archives, you can read a story about that uber-gardener, my grandmother. She took a really dead Certain Kind of Plant and gave it a whole new life! 😏
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