Call me what you will, "Brown Thumb," "Agent Orange," not in touch with my inner-Eve...er, I mean, can I even use that one now? Now that apparently
she's not real anymore? Regardless of the metaphor, the end result is that I don't do well with caring for the earth's bounty. I wrote about my battle with the earth in more detail a
few months ago, and THAT was when the weather was bearable. So here I am, nearing the end of summer, still wanting to be an uber-spiritual, in-touch with the earth, steward of God's creation, but confessing that I just tend to kill things.
I have a friend who swears she has that effect on ministries. Her heart is so big and willing to help people and affect changed, but, as she would tell it, things just tend to die when she comes on board. She calls herself a "Ministry Albatross." While I enjoy that metaphor, I try to assure her that it's not entirely true (though we can chuckle and list quite a few examples of her hypothesis). However, there is no denying my fatal effect on plantlife (and probably some ministries). Sad green and brown skeletons litter the grounds of my home. And now some photographic evidence that though I love the earth, I'm not the best at caring for it. Does God redeem our intentions?
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| Dead Basil. Probably could revive it with water. Maybe. |
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| This used to be an English Laurel. Where decorative plants have languished, weeds and pesky growth have flourished. |
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| Foreground: Zucchini Plant. Yielded approximately 2 before it's untimely death. Background: Dead carrots, and other stuff. |
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| Dying Boston Fern. Dying other plant. (Remaining flowering plant is fake.) |
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| Dead flat-leaf parsley. I came to water it the other day and it was covered with caterpillars. This was the net result. | | |
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