Dirt-y Little Secret

I have a confession..I am a killer. A killer of small helpless..plants. You know people with green thumbs? Yeah, well, that's not me. I have a black thumb. My specialty is ivy but I don't discriminate. I kill all varieties of plants. I love them , I do. I try! I do! But weeks will pass and I will think "why is that ivy all dried up and brown?" Water? Every week? Dang! Here we go again.

Yep, these are actual ivy plants in my home. Or at least they used to be. I promise when I first got them they looked fabulous. I also promise that soon after I took this picture I threw them out because nothing says spring like brown, dead ivy.

Do you know what this is? It is a topiary grave yard. My topiary grave yard. I am determined to replant them and bring them all back to life. They were all gifts and so have special meaning. I can't throw the forms out just because I killed the plant. They deserve a new life. I'll let you know if the transplants are successful. Any tips other than watering regularly?


In case you were wondering..I also kill outdoor plants. Sad...On a happier note the N.C. Azalea Festival is coming up and many fabulous gardens will be open for tour. No, not our garden (yard) unless there is a white-trash garden tour. In that case, hand me a beer and sign me up! But the garden tour has inspired me to get kicking on my own yard. Nothing big, maybe add fresh pine straw, replant my window box and the poor watering can pictured above. I think it is good to have a plan so here are a few of my favorite gardens.

Did I say it is good to have a plan? Maybe I should have said dream. Yes, it is good to have a dream and I dream of this garden.

And this garden.

And this one.

All pictures from Cottage Living

And this one.
If you're going to dream, dream big and green.