It seems ironic that as much as I love to paint the outdoors, I can hardly keep a plant alive to save my
life. But (at the risk of jinxing it) I have, without knowing how, a rose plant that is flourishing. It is
seriously delightful to look out the window and see all these buds lifting their sweet little heads! Ro gave
it to me for my birthday back in July; I stuck it in a pot (with fingers crossed), and away it went. Here's
hoping the tide of unsuccessful gardening is turning:)
