Last night we had dinner with friends in their beautiful 1920s home. They are interested in Brad remodeling their basement, so they decided to turn it into a dinner thing since we’ve never all hung out. I brought over some homemade snickerdoodles and much to my surprise I did not go home empty handed.
Somehow the conversation had turned on me and we were discussing my ineptitude at keeping things alive. The hostess, a should be professional green-thumb, assured me that she had a plant that I could NOT kill. I told her I bet that I could and probably faster than anyone she’s known. I mean, I killed an ivy once for Pete’s sake. It’s not just neglect that ensures these little life forces meet their fate…I think I hover too much.
None-the-less, my confident friend said that she was positive that I couldn’t kill this plant and to prove it she sent me home with one. She said she loves to give them away particularly to people like me who should be shunned by any green-loving organization or individual. I believe that this pretty little purple plant is called a shamrock. It actually sleeps at night and then opens at first light. I kinda like that. Anyway, this particular plant is a seedling from the mother plant that my friend has in her living room. She said she’s had that same exact plant since she was twelve. (My friend is in her 40’s now.) We’ll see, but I’m not holding my breath; I think this could end up very badly for the plant!