I love flowers. The array of colors and the wonderful smells. Every spring they represent a new beginning. Winter is over and sun and fun is up ahead. So every May I go to a nursery and take in their beauty. I roam around up and down each aisle for what seems like hours, finally making my choices. I take them home and lovingly plant them.
In the beginning I am very diligent about watering. I find myself hymning as I pull each annoying weed that will hurt my little sweet friend. May becomes June and I am still going pretty strong with my daily routine of watering and weeding. July I start to slack off a bit and my poor flowers some days are looking rough around the edges. OK so by them time mid August comes around I am totally done and have killed at least half of the flower crop. I should feel guilty but I am not. I do not see myself as a cruel person but by August I am done with the blaring heat and humidity and its every flower for herself at this point.
I admit it I AM A FLOWER KILLER!!!!!!! My wanted poster should be hung from every nursery in America. So what I have learned is that a flower killer like myself should always buy artificial to save the poor little plants from imminent destruction, but May is right around the corner. I am thinking spring and flowers and their beauty, hmmmmm maybe this year I will be better. The poor flowers can only hope anyway.
|THIS IS A RESULT OF A FLOWER KILLER|