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A lifted curse?
May 17, 2010 - Jennifer Brookens
As the smell of the iris that a co-worker brought in drifts through the office, I get a sense of pride knowing that same scent will greet me when I go home tonight. For the irises in my yard are the first thing I've planted... and haven't killed.
While my parents and extended family are all amazing gardeners, I am the black thumb of the family. I've killed plastic and silk flowers. I managed to destroy lawns if a neighbor was foolish enough to trust me to water it over the weekend.
But when I ended up a homeowner with large front, side and backyards, I knew I had to try something other than just weeds and neglected overgrowth. I tried wildflowers (like weeds, so they should survive. Wrong.) My mother brought over her excess and helped me plant them (My bulbs would wither, while her healthy ones she donated ended up being eaten by the rabbits.)
But the iris... well, maybe I just tended/neglected them just right. Perhaps it's my love of that natural perfume they produce just in time for my birthday that is my inspiration. But this past weekend, I got the ultimate compliment from my mother: "Your yard is looking really good. You've come a long way." Praise from Ceasar!
Let's just hope this doesn't go to my head and the recent daisy and tiger lily donations I received will thrive, too.
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