You know that expression about letting a guy/girl eat crackers in bed if you really like them? It makes little sense to me. Shouldn’t the expression change to cookies or cake or ice cream or Pringles? I mean, who eats crackers in bed? Same thing when it comes the popular green thumb — not even the best gardener has a green thumb. But you know what a garden does have? Black fingers.
I’m the opposite of a gardener, and I already know that green thumbs have nothing to do with soil and seeds and vegetation. I mean, if anything, the plant will sprout green. But my thumb? That remains black:
Can you believe I’ve lived 27 years without ever planting a thing? Sometimes I sit and think about all the action packed years behind me, and I marvel at how there are still 100 million gazillion things left on my bucket list. And plant something? I mean, c’mon, that’s almost too natural of a process to leave undone, right?
Long before I could run a mile, I used to daydream about being the type of person that put on earbuds and run run run. Guess what? Now I do 5ks on the regular (not a biggie for you marathoners, but hey!), and my earbud goal has changed. The new plan is to become a gardener. Should I be concerned that I don’t own a plot of land?
Not when I have everything I need: a coffee mug, some soil, and a couple of seeds. I’m a little skeptical that this Zinnia of mine will flower, but I’m watering with care and providing lots of sunlight. Kind of exciting hoping that something will sprout, right? And if worst comes to worst and nothing blossoms, well, I’ll just have to get my fingers black again.