SB’s Dad is coming to visit from Indiana today. He hasn’t seen the house yet, so it’s kind of exciting. This morning, we looked around and thought, shit, we better clean! Really, the house wasn’t so bad, but all of a sudden I realized that quite a few plants, inside and out, had met their death at Chez Jacobs recently.
Sb’s dad has a crazy green thumb. His garden is a paradise and the inside of their house looks like a jungle. He even sends us a box of his world famous tomatoes every year.
So, I spent most of the day replacing dead, fried, overwatered, or otherwise mistreated plants with new ones. It was quite the Home Despot spree. Of course, the plant that insired the trip, a palm*, I managed to forget. This meant I had to rotate my plant purchases so that the one that was going in the stairwell is now where the plam goes, meaning there is still one sickly plant displayed. It’s all right, though. I wouldn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard, right?
How funny is it, though, to be ashamed of the state of your houseplants when your father-in-law comes to visit? I couldn’t possibly have such evidence of failure crumbling in every corner! And the prettyness I have destroyed on the patio! Shocking.
It’s all better now, though. Just in time for fall.
* We have a corner in the living room where palms go to die. We have replaced it three times since we moved in, but damnit, it looks good there. (when it is alive.)
