My Green Thumb

Okay, I admit it. I'm not that great at growing things. Just today, The Pastor came in and scooped up one of my drooping plants with a sarcastic comment about being the one who had been called by God to save our houseplants.

Usually when I attempt to grow things like flowers, I get results like you see in the picture above.

This spring, in the name of simplicity, I planted flowers in large pots, rather than make flower beds. I figure the less dirt, the less chance that weeds can grow and the less chance of weeds growing, the better the chance that flowers might actually grow. So you can imagine my delight when my flowers took off and bloomed like crazy. (well, most of them...)

I had flowers that looked like this....

And this... My pots runneth over. It was a beautiful sight and every day I would come home from work and while I watered my fantastic foliage, I would commend myself on what a great plant-grower I'm becoming. The petunias were my ultimate source of pride. I actually have 4 large pots and the one full of purple petunias was by and far the most beautiful. The plants are spilling over the sides of the pot and there were so many flowers it looked like I own stock in Miracle Grow. Notice I said the plants are, but the flowers were.

The Lord has a funny way of keeping my pride in check. You've heard me tell of attending meetings wearing remnants of my lunch or of admiring my own hairdo and drooling on myself, but this one is on a whole new level. One night after Bible study I stood on the porch saying good-bye to a friend. She noticed and commented on the petunias and I beamed with pride.

The next morning when I left for work, I gasped with surprise and then instant rage. A pack of wild llamas (yes, I said wild llamas) came through the yard and ate every flower...only off my huge petunia plant. And now, it looks like this...

So not fair.