daily life

I am a horrible horticulturist. Dogs I got. Cats I can do. Plants? Fuggitaboutit. Nonetheless, hope springs eternal, and every year an unfortunate crop of plants are sent to their doom as they peer out in horror from the back of my car on their way to purgatory from the relative safety of the nursery. This year, I decided I would bring the kids into the fold and have them start a few seedlings. Maybe they have better juju than I, I reasoned. Perhaps they inherited their father's talent for ... Read more »