Bloomin’ fun

In this day and age of technological everything, I am what’s known as a point-and-dig as opposed to point-and-click.

Spring is here in Texas and my mom has decreed it to be planting time. However, since she’s getting to be up there (you don’t have to tell her I said that!) and likes to see me sweat, I get to do the digging and planting. On the other hand, since I have killed just about every plant I’ve ever put in ground or pot, she claims dominance on the caretaking.

I will admit to a seasonal bit of envy, though. Whenever we do our garden center buying, I’m always tempted to buy and plant something myself. Having learned the hard way that it only brings heartache for me and death to the plants, I refrain.

I want to grow huge blooms of something (besides weeds!) like marigolds or morning glories or something big and bright and beautiful. Or herbs that I can use to cook with. Or cacti – seriously, how much water and care do they need?

Unfortunately, all my flower colors appear to be black.

Good thing I can dig, I suppose.

-- Jennifer