Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 112)...

Well, kids, once more its time for...


All my life, anytime I tried to grow anything, I killed it. (yet another good reason why i don't have kids) I have tried to have plants in my house, but each and everytime, they died. Usually due to lack of watering, or too much watering, or just simple neglect. Not a very astute gardner is Uncle Polt. In fact, sitting in my dining room even now is a large planter with desert dry dirt (haven't touched it in over four years, at least), with the brown withered bottom part of a dieffenbachia plant still sticking sadly out of it.

I just had no luck growing anything, and so, I stopped trying.

But just recently, I decided i wanted to try again. With Mama Polt (the Master Planter)'s help, I got a little flower box, put the braces up on my balcony, filled the box with dirt and flowers, and put it out in the braces.

And now, three weeks later, with daily waterings from me, the box is still there and the flowers are thriving!


No, I actually don't know what kind of flowers they are, other that living flowers, and that's all the matter to me. Aren't they just lovely? And as you can see, I do indeed NOT have a black thumb. (not a green one either, more of a pale tan one, but certainly NOT a black one!)

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POLT Listening to "How Soon Is Now?" by The Smiths

President bush, in his cabinet meetings, was like a blind man in a room full of deaf people. - Paul O'Neill