We’ve already established that Lloyd and I have no gardening skills. No green thumbs here, just Black Death thumbs. The only thing I can reliably grow inside is a philadendron, because they’re really, really, really hard to kill. In the great outdoors, I only plant impatiens. Partly because I can remember their name, and partly because they’re what my mom always put in our front planters at the parsonage.  They’re a hardy little plant, and I dump plenty of Miracle Grow on them so it’s like they’re on steroids. So, I give you the before and after. Hold your applause until the end, please, and no flash photos.
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