For as long as I can remember, I've always dreamed of having a lush green garden, full of flowers and homegrown veggies and herbs. But every time I've attempted to start a garden something has gone horribly wrong. Like the time I was determined to start a raised garden in our back patio. Our dog and cats dug up everything and used the flower bed as a litter box.
So maybe growing plants from seeds wasn't my thing. I was sure I'd have better luck with a full-grown plant. So for Christmas of 2010, I bought a couple of Nochebuenas (Poinsettias). I watered them. Sang to them. And treated them as kindly as I could. But I don't think they liked me, the heat or lack of direct sunlight and air, because they died in less than 2 weeks.
I tried with different plants, both indoors and outdoors, but they all met with the same fate. They died at the hands of Leslie, the plant slayer.
Accepting that my thumbs aren't even the palest shade of green has been a hard pill to swallow. Gardening was my dream. And although I knew it would never come true, I never completely gave up on my dream.
After I finished painting the living room and Hubby had started work on reupholstering the couches, I mentioned to Hubby that all our living room needed now was a couple of plants.
Hubby looked at me as if to say, "No way! You've killed every plant we've ever had!" But what he really said was, "Honey, you know you aren't good with plants. Maybe we should buy some artificial ones."
But I wasn't hearing it. Once I have my mind set on something, absolutely nothing will convince me otherwise. So I tried to convince Hubby, "What if we go to the nursery and explain to them how hot our house gets and that we only have one window? There has to be some plant, besides a cactus, that can survive and maybe even thrive in these conditions."
Later that morning, we all headed down to the vivero (nursery) that's just down the street from our house. So many lovely plants and trees to choose from! I wanted one of everything! But Hubby shot me a look that said, "Don't even think about it!" We spent a good 20 minutes talking to the owners of the vivero, explaining exactly what we were looking for. They walked us around the grounds, pointing out our options. On our way to the vivero, Hubby and I agreed that we should buy just one plant to start with. If I could keep it alive for one whole month, we would go back and get another plant.
The plant we chose is called a Moises. (I have no idea what it's called in English.) As soon as we got home, I watered it. And kept watering it every other day, just like the owners of the vivero suggested. I was so happy and full of hope. But after the first couple of days, the leaves looked as if they were starting to wilt. I was heartbroken. I couldn't believe that this was happening again.
But I wasn't ready to give up that easily. This plant HAD to live! My lifelong dream of having a garden depended on it. So I started to water my Moises every day. By the end of the first week, the little white flower had dried completely. BUT....the green leaves started to perk up. And before I knew it, new leaves were sprouting, along with a new flower.
It's been a full month and my Moises is still alive! I don't want to jinx things, but I think this plant is going to survive.
And maybe one of my thumbs will turn green after all.