Manatee and I have been traveling over the past few weekends. Fourth of July and triathlons have recently taken us out of the Mad City. When we return, there is an initial moment of shock when I see my plants. To put it bluntly, they look like hell.
So naturally I freak out and swear that I have just killed them. I grab the watering can and water them like a maniac. A few hours later, I think I can hear them chuckling at me.
Lesson learned: A little water does a lot of wonder. I am happy to say despite their teenage antics, I still haven’t killed them. Yet.