Remember when I bought a plant?
Well I named her Gabby, after the Olympic gymnast, to try to bring that strength and success to my baby plant.
And then I murdered her.
I murdered my sweet baby girl Gabby.
I want to blame it on my schedule, the holidays, or the fluctuating temperature that is my apartment, but truthfully- there is nothing to blame but myself.
I loved Gabby. I watered her. Fed her fancy food. Even sat with her every morning. But I didn’t listen to her. I didn’t let her express herself or follow her dreams. I didn’t let her really show me what she could have been. Instead I just drowned her in my own ideas (and water).
Maybe she was supposed to be a living room plant.
But now we will never know because Gabby left me.
Gabby, I’m sorry. I hope you’re in a better place now- sitting in a flower bed in the sky.
And I hope you take this blog post as an apology. And this photo:
So now on pto the next plant… I’ve got to try right? Better than a pet…
Maybe Dominique will have a better chance.