I couldn't separate the siblings, I mean the seedlings and now they're threatening to kill each other in their tiny pot. I should have known better, really. Even my tomatoes are out to get me. Violet (the petunia) goes her own imperturbable way and Bootsie (the geranium) will, if she survives, grow taller than my son is right now, which means over three feet, which means I will need to rent another flat to accommodate her.As you can see, I take even whining to new standards. Yay me.
I'm not the world's luckiest gardener.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
All Thumbs and Not One Green!
Trishna asked after my plants and this is what I found myself replying: