In talking to the flower vendor in the neighborhood who I pass everyday on may way to town I realized I had no clue about bringing home blooms! No wonder every single plant I bought died on the balcony because that's where it stayed, neglected, forgotten, abandoned, lost, and unloved. I confess once I left our planted Christmas tree on the balcony for two years expecting divine intervention to bring it to life. Why tempt faith or fate again with any more attempts to grow something!?
Any time my daughter dug her hands into dirt, flour or clay and I could see her glow. Her green thumb growing while I was dreading dragging myself to nurseries again and again as I had already dragged her to nursery again and again.
After a few more conversations with the local flower vendor, I realized that in addition to delivering cut flowers, he didn't mind at all setting up balcony planters and as my idea of checking the weather is to walk out in the morning on the balcony, I relied on him to know just when to organize the whole project.
In the end new ground, very simply found:
In the end new ground, very simply found:
