Jared and I painted these cute little pots and planted seeds in them. They were growing so good. I was so proud of myself. I have the brownest thumb ever...
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They were growing so beautifully.
And they looked so cute on our proch.
This was my favorite pot. isnt it cute?
Then tragedy struck.
I dont know what happened.
Did I neglect them?
Did I not give them enough water?
Did they get sun burnt?
WHY... WHY did this have to happen?
THEY WERE SO INNOCENT.
They ALL died.
And my favorite pot broke!
I am crying inside.
It really hurt.
And now only their carcasses and the cute pots remain.
This is a lot sadder than you would think.
3 comments:
That's VERY sad... I have a pit inside for you. :( My plant in my windowsill died too. :(
Hang in there. It took about seven years of murdering my plant before i finally had some survivors this year. It was a slow learning process and still continues, but you can get there!
I know how you feel! I kill house plants. I started out with seven just last year and am down to one. It is sad!
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