Ok, it's official: I have a black thumb. I'm not sure when this happened. When I was a kid I was able to grow things, but the above picture is the ultimate insult. About a couple of weeks ago I thought it would be a nice project for the kids if we grew some grass for our Spring nature table. No brainer, right? A tray, some potting soil and grass seed. Well, as you can see I have exactly 1 blade of grass out of the handfuls the kids dumped in. It would have been easier if no grass came up. In all actuality, though, I find this very funny, a whole commentary on my gardening skills embodied in the lone blade.
Fall in the Dining Room
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