Wilting

The flowers on my front porch are dying.

One by one, they're shriveling up. There are enough left that I can fool the people from below into believing all is well, but the sad truth is, they are dying. It's my fault. I can't seem to water them often enough. It's like they want to be watered ever day or something. Sheesh.

Meanwhile, the ones out of my door are thriving beautifully. But they are in closer proximity to a garden hose, so I'm more likely to spray them down in passing.

Oh well, I'm leaving in two weeks, they are bound to die anyway. My attitude is a bad sign about my green thumb, I know.

Lessons learned: I wouldn't make a good landscaper.