So, I’ve been playing around with my garden on MySpace and tending other gardens.  It’s become addictive.  Especially for someone who could kill a plastic plant.  I don’t know how I ended up with such brown thumbs, Dad could grow anything.  Mom had a house plant once that died.  Oh, she had tried to save it, but in the end the poor thing looked like something out of a wasteland.  Dad found it in the garage and within a few weeks, he had it looking beautiful.  Don’t get me wrong, Mom does well with most plants,  and so does my sister.  Me?  I don’t even look at plants for fear I’ll destroy them.

But I love looking at the gardens on MySpace.  Some of the people there have absolutely beautiful designs and are very imaginative.  I’m trying, and I have an idea for a design.  Something in memory of Dad.

Jessie

Go Vols!