with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
Check out my Work It, Mom! profile and my blog, Dutch Blitz.
I love flowers. I am sure I am not alone in this, but I really do love flowers. I love how their colors can brighten even the dreariest of days. I love how they smell and how they make everyone smile. I love to take photos of them and take almost as many photos of flowers as I do of my kids (which is a lot, by the way). Flowers make me happy .
The thing is, I can’t seem to keep them alive. Or almost any other plant life, for the record. Back when I was a single lass in the Big City, my Dad (he who has a Green Thumb) would often give me plants for my apartment. The next time he would come to visit, they would be deceased. I think they needed water? Or something? And here I am, entrusted with keeping three kids alive…
I am lucky enough to be married to a man who also has a Green Thumb. He loves to be outside, digging in the dirt, growing everything from vegetables to flowers. I may not have any clue about what needs to be done, but I am more than willing to put in the labor to have fresh vegetables and pretty flowers. I will head outside, gardening gloves on, and tell him to boss me around. (This is the only time I tell him to do so, and he happily obliges.)
(Side note: I have done a herb garden in my window sill the past few years and have managed to keep them alive for the entire season. GO ME.)
How about you guys? Are you the green thumb? Is your spouse? Are you both avid gardeners? Or should we let the world know not to give either of you plants as a gift?
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