This is a two part story.
It starts in May, when I planted three clumps of expensive specialty grass in the front yard near the road. To make sure these little clumps didn't get mowed or whacked, I broke twigs from our old mulberry tree and pushed them into the ground beside each of the plants. (This is a current picture so you can see what I did.)
Fast forward to the Fourth of July when my daughters had a "plant exchange". They came with their vans full of cuttings from perennials in their own gardens.
I guess my title, "Superior Non-Gardener", is pretty well established because, hmmmm, no one ever sent that email to me so that I could participate. And, oddly enough, I was the only one who took plants home.
Don't misunderstand! I am so grateful not to have to buy plants that will probably die. Rather than refer to my undistinguished title, they all said in amazement... "You didn't get that email?"
Today, while I was in the yard trying to choose homes for my new plants, I noticed something strange about my specialty grasses. They haven't grown much, but the twigs, broken off the old tree, are sprouting brand new leaves!
I guess it's not that I can't grow things... I'm just very successful at the wrong things.
It's not easy being me.
And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought... and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not. Isaiah 58:11