Friday, March 9, 2012

Confessions of a (not) Green Thumb

It's Friday. So, here I sit with a cup of peppermint tea, and a bowl of mango. Though I did just (generously and unselfishly) give the other half to Brian. I kind of went hog wild on the fresh fruit this week. I bought mangos, strawberries, grapes, kiwis, oranges, and the kids even talked me into some bosche pears. I love fruit! I like to slice a kiwi in half and just scoop out the insides with a spoon. Slightly puckery, and very delicious. I got hooked on mango last summer. I can't remember if the bff started serving them regularly first, or if Mr. Hippie bought them postpartum, but we ate a lot of them regardless.

I am also sitting here, looking at my poor, drooping, though formerly lively, calla lily plants that Brian gave me. I don't have a green thumb. Sigh...I have this terrible fault of killing plants. If they are outside in the dirt, and can thrive without attention, they will do alright in my care. But, house plants invariably die. First, I struggle to find the watering balance. What is too much, or too little? I don't know. The plants die before I figure it out. I like those 2 ice cube orchids. It is self explanatory-two ice cubes once a week. Who can mess that up? But, what I haven't figured out in the orchid department is how to keep them blooming. My orchids inevitably end up bloom free and in the garbage. Second, it is probably a heat thing. My house isn't a hothouse, and I think I might freeze my poor plants to death. It is notable that when we were in England touring the Kew Gardens, the only warm place was the orchid house. I've also had a Moses in the Cradle plant. Someone told me you can't kill them. I did. Twice. The first time my mom managed to revive it, and encourage it to grow into a nice hearty plant. She then gave it back. And it promptly died. Funny though, my annual poinsettias never die. I purposefully don't water them so I can get rid of them when I am over Christmas-in March. Anyway, Mr. Hippie sweetly gives me plants occasionally. And I sweetly love them to death just as occasionally. =) I am a cut flower kind of girl. They are supposed to die anyhow.
On the other hand, does mold count in the green thumb category? 'Cause I have some beautiful specimens growing in the plain water/bread jar on the window sill.=)
I am not into green energy. I don't have green eyes. (you are just deluded, Mr. Hippie) I finally have a green something to wear on St. Patrick's Day this year, to support my ethnicity. I have little in the way of green decorations and accents in my house. I am more a blue kind of girl. Maybe it is fate. Maybe I should stick with water fountains or something.

Here's to hoping my calla lilies fight the good fight for another couple of weeks, until I can get them into some dirt outside.