no more black thumb...

After a long weekend working I was determined to enjoy the beautiful weather by planting some flowers. Some of you may know about my black thumb. An example: after we moved to Nashville last summer I brought our pretty flowers that had just been planted in pots with us. When we got here I sat the pots on the back porch and proceeded not to water them through the hottest months of July and August. By September they appeared dead and I was tired of the evidence of my failure so I dumped the plants out over the side of our balcony. Some dirt remained in one of the buckets and I was (embrassingly - is that a word?) too lazy to clean it out. But there is hope! Alas, come this spring there was green life springing out of the one pot with remaining dirt. My lilies (I assure you they can't be killed - so fellow black thumbers, lilies are the way to go!)! So after seeing this new green life I decided it was time to retry my luck at flowers. Here is the fruit of mine (and Adam's! - he was good at going to get the rocks for the bottom of the pots) labor. We will see how long it lasts. I have to actually remember to water them this time...