It’s official. I have The Brownest Thumb in the Universe and I have probably heaped all kinds of “unlucky” karma on my head.
I’ve killed my two pots of “lucky bamboo.”
This morning, I noticed — instead of lovely vibrant green, they’re a sad brown and yellow. I don’t know how this happened. All I had to do was pour water in the rocks. Even my DH has kept the lucky bamboo at our office alive. Wait. I do know how this has happened. I forget. Just like with any other poor houseplant that comes my way. Obviously I’m not in tune with them or I wouldn’t kill them, but if I were I’m pretty sure that they quiver in their pots when I walk through the gardening section, terrified they’re about to become the next plant sacrifice in the House of Plant Doom known as Chez LaBrecque.
I always have such high hopes, grand plans for the plants I purchase but alas, they all come to the same sad end. I should do myself and the plants a favor and just buy silk from now on.
