Denial

This morning as Carter was walking around with me surveying the death and destruction that I like to call my garden and landscaping, he resignedly said, "Mom, we're not very good planters."

My neighbors would probably agree. My husband does agree. The seemingly hundreds of vegetables, herbs, flowers, and one small tree that have met their demise at my hand most definitely agree. However, I just can't. I have a watermelon. My one bright, shining hope that I will have a green thumb yet!