Meet the Hibiscuses

The other day my mom had a little conversation. It went something like this:

I’ve always told people that I have more of a black thumb than a green one, but that’s not really true. It’s just that I always forget to water them. I had a hibiscus for awhile and was able to keep it alive for a few years, although I’m sure my mom helped out a bit (or a lot) with the watering. 

But recently I’ve developed this sudden interest in gardening. It actually started last year, when I thought it would be neat to eat a salad and know that I had grown all of the veggies in my own garden. (Don’t worry! I’m not going to start a veggie garden anytime soon.) And I had an interest in keeping an indoor spice garden throughout winter.

Once spring rolled around I decided that I wanted a hibiscus. I held off on getting one for awhile but I finally went this week and picked two up. I couldn’t decide which one I wanted! There are quite a few other plants in my backyard and I have enjoyed taking the pup outside and letting her wander around outside as I water all of the plants. I think it’s a sign. I’m getting old.

But it’s not a garden, yet! Just a few potted plants.

Now, if I can keep these guys alive, you’ll probably be seeing quite a few pictures of them this summer. 

(Also, spring/summer, if you could tone down the heat a little, you’re making my puppy really hot. Thank you!)