I have a strange way of planting. Outside my green thumb thrives. Without bragging, I can grow beautiful impatients (my favorite), shrubs, create water features, etc. However, inside I kill everything. It's gotten worse since we moved into the apartment. There is little light here, no window sills to speak of. I bought top quality dirt, new pots, new plant stand, and every plant I owned has since died. I'm really blaming it on the light this time. Sometimes it's my cats, yes, but they've been good little furr balls as of late, so I'm blaming the light or lack of.
My grandmother's cactus was one of the plants to bite the dust. I feel really bad about that because it was one of the last ones left that she grew.
However, hopefully...fingers crossed!...we will be moving into the house soon. I have soooo many plans in store for the new yard and garden come spring. I don't want to start "serious" planning until we have keys in hand because buying a home is so up and down. Anything can happened, and believe me, it's already happened more than once. So I'm really trying not to get my hopes up too high...but it's so difficult. I really want to start laying out my new garden, where my pond is going to go, etc. Not to mention my new writing office!
Deep breath...not yet, fingers are still crossed.
