Despite the partial incomplete to-do list from Sunday, I did find the time for an attempt at something I am painfully unskilled in. I have always loved anything to do with nature, and used to dream about moving to the countryside where my father’s family is from and immersing myself in the Norwegian small-town, complete with a fresh water lake, forest and mountains to hike. This is still a dream, and while I always look forward to the next time I get to travel to my family’s beautiful cabin, I am also still hoping I will someday get the chance to relocate here, at least for a couple of months.
But back to my failures as a plant mom. Somehow I have the blackest thumb I have ever seen, but I still can’t stop buying plants! So I decided that moving forward, I can be that person that keeps a plant alive and growing happily for more than a month. And even though there have been casualties along the way, the wilting aloe and remaining succulent buds will get a second chance and I will feel less guilty about filling our home with green things. (Limited green things, as we have an indoor cat who enjoys destroying anything and everything.)
Today I discovered this Swedish blog, and have been religiously scanning all her posts about said theme. We even went so far as to buying a tomato plant and a little mint sprig, which will both find their place on our little porch. Next, I have been considering a small crate for potatoes, and maybe a greater variety of herbs. This might just be me getting ahead of myself, or maybe I’m still slightly high on the scent of the plant store (extremely nostalgic for both J and I) as well as the feeling of soft, sweet soil on my hands and under my finger nails.