Thursday, August 5, 2010

Recently, my dad has found a new interest of gardening. I don't blame him; of course… since at where we used to live he doesn't need to do any sort of gardening, he doesn't even need to mow the lawn (because there was no lawn or garden present). Well, that that there are lots of stuff to do around the garden (front yard and back) ~ it seems he's grown quite attached to that. I can't even keep count of how many pot plants he'd bought from Bunnings but it just keeps increasing! There are at least 5 indoor plants that are either sitting in the front porch or hanging on the balcony, while the rest gets planted into the front yard garden and get "accidentally" trampled on by me :P

So far… 2 of them have died from mum's neglecting. When dad first bought them they had small buds of pink flowers… and now, you'd be lucky if you can even see anything other than brownish green! Just proves what a great flower keeper my mum turns out to be (>O<). Never trust her with anything that doesn't talk, because she has the typical characteristic of a Pisces… bad memories! I personally don't really give a damn about plants~ even though I knew mum had forgotten to water them, I sit back and watch them die~ oh the joy of watching something die slowly and (probably) painfully :P

"If I get a flower for every time I think about you, then I will be wondering in my garden forever" -anon.

YuMi