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My black Thumb

I am not good at growing things.
If you need me to teach them how to talk, yes. I can do that. But unfortunatly plants don’t talk, nor do they need to learn. (Unless maybe you live in Little Shop of Horrors)
But What they do need is someone who can take care of them.
With our house, we inherited a beautiful garden. Marj was incredible, and had the greenest thumb I have ever seen. She spend hours in her yard everyday. I am lucky to have inherited such a exquisite place….the only problem is, I am not a plant whisperer. I actually am a Plant Killer. I was able to keep mostly everything alive last summer, and now I am watching the spring flowers burst through the soil. Lets hope that our yard will look some what similar to what it did when we purchased our home last year! Here is a picture of what it looked like then. In a few days when I get the last flower bed cleaned out I will send you a picture of what it looks like now. Hopefully it is a similar oasis.
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