My Not-So-Green Thumb: Part II

Since the last time I tried my hand at a houseplant, I’m happy to announce that no other plants have withered and died in my care. I should also mention I haven’t allowed another plant in my apartment since the death of my primrose. Very impressive, I know.

I’m really hoping that, with my past planting experience, my second try at this is much more successful. For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been growing some plants at work. Well, not so much growing a snipping off sprouts from other plants in the office and allowing the roots to form in a Styrofoam cup full of water on my desk. By next week the plants should be ready to…uh…plant. This weekend I’m headed down The Ranch again (this time to help volunteer at one of Jenn’s events. There will be dogs there; I couldn’t pass this one up). While I’m there, I’m going to buy some potting soil and one more flower pot so my plants will have a home.

With the upgrade from Styrofoam cup to pot with deliciously nutrient soil, I’m crossing my fingers that my plants will just be so happy with a change of scenery that they’ll thrive and have long and happy lives.

Wish me (and them) luck!