The Plant Killer's Offspring

After several years of silence, I am sure most of my faithful blog readers gave up hope that I would ever blog again.  However, if you have a really, really, really, really good memory, you might remember that I once wrote a post entitled "My Black Thumb" lamenting the fact that people often give plants at funerals. Unfortunately, plants and I do not get along well.  In fact, I think within two or three months, I have killed almost every plant that has been unfortunate enough to receive my care (or lack thereof).

Exhibit A

When we moved to Korea in January, we moved into the apartment of one of the staff members, who was taking a six month sabbatical in the states. As she showed me around the apartment, she asked me to care for her two plants...Yikes, not my forte.  I thought it was in her best interest to know my history before entrusting her babies to my care, so I made a full confession and admitted my previous life as a notorious plant killer. Despite my honesty, she still left them in my care.  I am proud to say that after four and a half months, and with only three weeks to go, both plants have survived and do not look worse for the wear.  Although, I would be lying if I did not admit that on a few occasions they looked a little yellow and wilted from lack of water or sunlight. However, they still made it. 

Fortunately, I do not think that my tenderhearted daughter inherited my black thumb.  A few weeks ago, she planted some flower seeds in a small pot as part of a kids club. She took the little pot home, and has been diligently watching her growing plants. One day, she accidentally knocked over the pot, and she broke out in tears over her little plant.  Mom to the rescue....I was able to quickly scoop up the poor thing, and we were able to replant the young sprout.  

I often catch her out on the porch moving her plant around to ensure it gets enough sunlight, and sometimes she even sings to it. This morning, I ventured out to the porch to hang some laundry on the drying rack, and this is what I found. 

My little sweetheart found a stool, placed it in front of the porch window, and opened the blinds just wide enough for the stool to be exposed to full sunlight.  Then she proceeded to find her plastic teapot, fill it with water and place it next to her plant.  She told me that the teapot was the perfect way for her to give her little plant just enough water when it was thirsty.

Perhaps, there is hope for the Plant Killer's Offspring after all.  Maybe someday, she will have a flourishing garden, or at least be able to care for a plant for more than six months.  We can only hope...