I have a strange talent, or so it would seem,
for sucking the life out of things that are green.
I’m not bad as Mother and alright at Wife,
but i’m not to be trusted with vegetable life.
My Mother In Law is an absolute dear, and buys me a plant almost every year,
Or baskets that hang saying “Give these a go…”
“… But it helps if you give them some water you know.”
So I try to remember – because she’s so nice, and I really do mean to uphold her advice,
As I know she must find it a bit of a cheek, that her gifts end up withered in less than a week.
“Did you forget?”
She observes with a sigh,
As she pokes in the soil which is crispy and dry.
Or sometimes I’ve managed to drown them instead.
My poor Mum In Law is left shaking her head.
I slaughtered a cactus in less than six days, with my lack of green fingers and plant killing ways.
But this year my friends, it seems something has changed…
(My hubby suspects I’m a little deranged.)
But my Mother In Law has been plant free this time, not wanting to aid in my leaf killing crime,
Which means I’ve embraced all the plant wielding power!
So I set off to ASDA in search of a flower…
I sourced a selection of beautiful pots, and bought just a couple.
(Scratch that. I bought LOTS!)
And a medley of green things, so little and cute! All harmless and helpless each tiny green shoot.
I thought better of checking the labels for size. Why bother with that? I quite like a surprise!
So I bought them all home, to be saved from the wild,
To be planted and nurtured and loved like a child.
And believe it or not…
(I know – check me out Dude!!)
I remembered to water, and sometimes gave food!!
(OMG I’m too giddy to speak!)
*tries hard to stay calm and attempts not to squeak”
I’m the Mother Of Flowers! Please bow to your knees,
and behold if you will, my majestic sweet peas!
The lovely Ms Dimmock has nothing on me, as I skip round my lawn (with my yabs swinging free)!
OK, Maybe this pot is a teensy bit small…
For a bloody great shrub that grows twenty feet tall?
But I personally feel I deserve a high five,
For just keeping the leafy green buggers alive!
The children are now used to hearing my rants of “Let’s play in the garden.”
“… But DON’T TOUCH MY PLANTS!”
All guests to my house shall be dragged by the wrist, as I point with excitement, “See this one! And this!”
I’m so proud of my green stuff, so please “Ooh” and “Aah”, and tell me how pretty my flower things are.
*shuffles and blushes*
Aw thank you my friend! :0)
Here comes the obligatory cheese at the end:
And so, could this Plant Champ I’ve somehow become,
Be entirely the product of being a mum?
Perhaps having two tiny tots of my own, two cute little sprouts that have flourished and grown,
Has allowed me to bloom into who I can be?
And to nurture and grow,
My own family tree.