Saturday, July 4, 2009

The Gene That Got Away From Me

It is an ongoing joke in my family that I can’t keep a plant alive.  Ever.  Anywhere.  Period.

Despite my inability with anything involving gardening, Grace absolutely loves helping both of her grandmothers take care of their yard. 

005 She desperately tried to carry around this heavy watering pail on her own.  Nan had to help her a bit.

006 After watering, we refilled all the birdseed holders.

004 It’s a good thing we have a sprinkler system…

Posted by Joanna J. at 5:34 AM
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The Coach's Wife said...

I totally understand...I seem to kill all plants- which is why I don't keep any real ones. I actually have one that has been alive a while, but that is because it just hangs out outside on our back porch and eats up the sun and I do try to water it everyday...when I remember!

July 4, 2009 at 10:37 AM

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