I greeted this morning with my best and decided to start a blog. I'm feeling rather down about my current circumstances and I want to catalog them, as I hope they change.
I'm Geraldine. And I am a geranium. Thumbs, that's what I call my caretaker, made a nearly fatal mistake last week by putting me outside for some sun. Now the problem wasn't that I was outside or that the sunshine wasn't a beautiful thought, the problem was that Thumbs forgot me and late in the afternoon the lovely, sun-shiny day turned into a hot, blustery day. It was the kind of day that like to have blown all my leaves right off if I hadn't held on tight, and that hot wind sucked all the moisture right out of my poor leaves and left me dry and withered. I am pretty sure I'll survive. After all I've survived a whole year with Thumbs.
I should probably explain about Thumbs and how I came to give her that name. Thumbs took me home from a garden party last year. She was pretty determined not to kill me, bless her poor ignorant heart. It didn't take me living with her long to realize that her thumbs are not green thumbs, but rather brown. She means well and she's a lovely creature, otherwise I'd have given up on her long ago. The fact is, she just doesn't have a clue how to raise a plant! I call her Thumbs because "Brown Thumbs" just seemed outright mean, and I don't have it in me to be mean. Besides, I think "Thumbs" leaves it open for her to become a green thumb, someday. I hope. Thumbs' idea of raising a plant is to put some water in it every few days and forget about it. Heavens! I'd have died of embarrassment if there had been any other plants around because she kept me in the grocery store pot with a sandwich bag and tissue paper tied around me with a ribbon forever! I think she just needed to know that I wasn't going to keel over on her after a week. It wasn't until just this spring that she finally found me a roomy, fashionable pink pot. I'm not sure pink is my best color when I'm in bloom, but at least we have graduated away from the nasty zip-lock and ratty tissue paper!
I remember the day I got my new digs. It was just after Phil arrived. Thumbs' husband brought home a start from work. He'd been growing in a vase of water for quite awhile at the office, but it was time for him to settle down and put his roots in some good ol' potting soil. I knew there was another plant in the house and I was mortified at the thought of meeting anyone in my old digs. That was when Thumbs bought the pink pots. And I knew she had a good heart because she wouldn't let us meet until we were both presentable! I know, a pink pot for a guy like Phil. But it is one of Thumbs' favorite colors and we DO look smashing in our pink digs on the table! I'd pick almost any color over pink, but it does match the rest of the room, and at least it shows that Thumbs has a heart.
It's been a rough couple of days and I need to rest. I'll post more about Phil later.
Ciao! Geri
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