I may or may not have covered in my blog that I have the black thumb of death and have limited abilities in keeping things of the plant variety living. Which leads to an overenthusiastic amount of happiness of having one seemingly happy thriving plant (and one still technically alive and green - thriving would be a stretch).
So when my littlest farmer decided to harvest leaves off my houseplant I wasless than impressed, angry, heart broke, enraged, distraught, full of negative emotional response. A stern lecture and and warning did not help.
My plant was the victim of a repeat offender.
The Big D will proudly smile, raise his hand, and say "me - I'm do it!" when asked why there are more of mommy's plant leaves on the ground. So I can' t promise that it won't happen again.
I'm so sorry plant - please live.
So when my littlest farmer decided to harvest leaves off my houseplant I was
My plant was the victim of a repeat offender.
The Big D will proudly smile, raise his hand, and say "me - I'm do it!" when asked why there are more of mommy's plant leaves on the ground. So I can' t promise that it won't happen again.
I'm so sorry plant - please live.
*It is 1 year later and my plant is alive and thriving. Also rarely harvested. I bought the boys their own plants to help take care of
..so far its working.
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