Up to my elbows in mums....

So....

I'm officially filing gardening under the list of...

 'Things we're told as women we should be good at and enjoy-so that when we don't succeed we can feel like failures'

Lies I tell you...all lies

I have a black thumb.

Not literally. No gangrene here.

But figuratively. I kill every living plant I touch.

What's the deal??

My mom literally so much as glances at a plant and it thrives!

Not only am i not 'good' at it....

I don't enjoy it.

I mean, I love the way gardens and landscaping look when they're finished,

but I DO NOT enjoy the process.

Maybe thats just called laziness....hmmm.

Point in case.

You may remember my lovely flower basket I purchased just

over a month ago from the farmers market...

let me refresh your memory on how it looked the day I brought it home:

This was August 5th....

Here's my lovely flower basket today...September 14th:

What the heck?

Are you kidding me?

The sad thing is I actually really tried to keep this thing alive!

Here my my lettuce and herbs I tried to grow this summer:

Would anyone like some dill or oregano with their salad??

What is this??!!

I give up.

I'm waving my white flag.

So 2 weekends ago, I set off on a mission to buy some mums and

try to dress up the front of out house for fall.

Talk about miserable.

I was up to my eye balls in dirt, bushes, sweat and mosquitos.

I figured I ought to take some pictures while they're still

clinging to life!!

My victims

This is the face of a very unhappy person

Ta-Daaaa!!!!

Ready for fall!!

For now, I guess the work was worth it....

Eat your heart out Martha Stewart