Every spring, once the last freeze is past, my MIL takes me to Home Depot and we buy flowers. Her back yard is beautiful, full of flowers and bushes and birds and bugs.  My garden is full of weeds, dirt, dog poo and last years dead plants. She has a green thumb, mine is the blackest black there is.  Plants cringe when they realize I’m reaching for them.  I can almost hear them screaming, “Oh no!  Our time is up!” Even though she KNOWS I’m a plant murderer, she buys them for me every year
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