Sunday, April 29
9:56 PM ♥

I love you because you would almost always oblige whenever I ask for a piggy-back ride.

When this dewy-eyed puffball stared up at us from its hiding place inbetween
some pots and bricks, our hearts literally melted. He's a cat that thinks he's a dog!
Like Patch at home. Oooh, Patch. I'll tell you bout Patch boy another day.

So now I'm a mother of a pot of Orchid (I don't even know its scientific name). And I'll play nanny to this other pot of Orchid my neighbour gave us if Cheryl and Charlene allows. (:

I don't think Orchids come under "easy-for-beginners", "easy-to-grow," or "easy-to-care-for" but I'm gonna try. We're talking try keeping the life in it, put aside flowering and all that ambitious chickenshit.

I've heard about talking to plants. I'm gonna do exactly that when nobody's within earshot. Ha! Plead with them to grow as they would in other homes, promise to love, honor, and take care of them. I'll touch them - maybe bonding would help!

I'm almost desperate to succeed in changing the color of my thumb from brown to green. But that isn't directly saying that I'm starting a greenhouse here.

There's only one little persistent problem. I have this nagging feeling that I'm not born with just 2 "brown thumbs" but also 8 "brown fingers", to be exact. If I ever succeed in changing my thumbs from brown to green, that just means "2 down, 8 more to go".

Now, that's taxing on patience and everything I have.

All in all, I'm happy with the latest acquisition so it's been a good weekend, albeit a tiring one with canteen 'labour' at church and the hot hot heat.

I'm going to feed myself, before this euphoria flips over, and I start getting all worried and sad.

Labels: flowers in your hair.