So, here goes:
This is a more recent photo of some flowers I cut from my very own dahlia plant. I love dahlias and the gentleman bought me this plant about 4 months ago. Now, the months are very important because I have a black thumb. I get it from my mom…she’s killed ever plant/flower she’s ever gotten unless my dad planted it. He has a green thumb on the other hand and is practically Martha Stuart with his garden in the backyard (of course my mom gets all the compliments for it since she’s a female so she MUST have a garden)
Anyway, I’m very proud to say that I’ve kept this plant alive for about 4 months. Jared has probably given me about 5 or 6 potted flowers since we’ve been together and they have all sadly perished except for this one. Not only has it survived this long, but it grew flowers consistently for a couple months and I was able to cut them and put fresh flowers in my house! So, I don’t know if the survival of this plant is because I’m finally learning how to take care of plants or because this dahlia will survive through whatever I do (or not do) to it. Either way, it gives me hope and though it may seem like a small acheivement, it’s a big one to me 🙂 Someday, when I have my own house (not rented I mean) I would love to have a garden including flowers and vegetables and herbs. I’ve been trying to be intentional about what I eat lately and having fresh veges right there in my backyard would help I think. Well, we’ll see!