My Green Fingers

Meet the parsley I was hoping would flourish on my balcony thus making me green-fingered-domestic-goddess-anything-she-touches-turns-to-gold type of woman.

A dead parsley plant

Now – meet the bean a friend of mine shoved in a pot – hasn’t been watered once – left there as a joke …

A bean plant

Cruel, cruel world.

3 comments

  1. It was an initial accidental gold star for me. I’ll have to post a pic of what the bean looks like now… Maire, I fear you’ll be disappointed.

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