Wednesday January 21. 10:06pm
“Watering house plants & pulling off yellowed leaves!”
“Gardening at 10pm? Why the eff not, I’m mom!”–That’s what I’m imagining her saying as she plucks of all the dead leaves, whistling like the seven dwarves. She gave us a few of her outdoor plants when it got cold out, and I can safely say they have all fallen to ruin. All of them. We threw two of them out, the last one hangs by a thread. Sometimes you gotta cut your losses, put them down as a mercy killing. Don’t worry, mom, we kept the baskets.