Inside plants are much easier than outside, because I prefer to be indoors. At least I see them and occasionally remember to give them a water. Even at that, I still nearly killed one of my ivy plants this past year. I'm now nursing it back, slowly but surely.
The only garden I'll ever have will be a tabletop one. Paul will need to build me one first, but if he does, I think I could take a stab at growing a few things. The hardier the plant, the better off it will be at my house.
I've been staring at my god-awfully ugly front garden for a while now. It's only the length of half our house, on the front, next to the deck/front door. There are a few plants in it, no thanks to me, but 90% of the monstrosity is weeds and a few overgrown bushes. Motivation hit me this afternoon so I got out my gardening gloves (yes, I actually own some) and a foam mat to kneel on, and grabbed a big garbage bag and some hedge clippers. Half an hour later, with the help of a shovel and a rake, there are only a few tidbits of weeds left, the bushes are trimmed back, and the dirt has been turned. I have to say, I'm quite proud of my achievement!

So, maybe my thumb isn't entirely green, or it wouldn't be if I just tried a little harder. For now, I'll just say it's purple and stay indoors :)
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