“Even when I have waited far too long to drink His water, when I know that my “bed” is dry- it’s never too late.”
I do not have a thumb of green-
I have a thumb of death.
Every living plant we’ve had-
I’ve choked it of its breath.
O how I wish I could preserve
this beauty’s crimson hue
But tossing out its blackened husk
Is likely what I’ll do.
My track record of keeping plants alive is pretty dismal. My husband says I have a thumb of death. To this date, I have been unable to keep anything that grows alive- except for my children, of course! Every year my husband brings home a beautiful poinsettia from his office. The one he brought home this year is so big, it’s actually wider than our Christmas tree! The blooms are simply gorgeous. But I am already having pity on this poor plant because of my horrible track record.
But like all growing things- a little TLC goes a long way. The…
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