First of all, the flower EJ got from the library was a petunia. The lady at the library kept calling them peonies, but I looked it up on the internet, and they were really petunias. EJ chose a purple one, so for the first week or so at home, his flower looked like this:
Two buds bloomed, and they were so pretty. Then the flower died. Just another tribute to my not-so-green thumb. Oh well. The fun wasn't supposed to be watching a flower carry on a lengthy life, but in making the wheelbarrow planter for it.
The lady in charge really knew what she was doing. She clearly explained each step, and had the kids repeat it back. She had a code word that when she said it, everyone repeated that word and hushed up so she could talk.
He did a good job building it. Then we took it to Grammy's house and Daddy helped him paint it.
I missed my opportunity to take a picture of the flower, but I'm not going to now that it's dead. Maybe it died because our upstairs was too hot? Maybe we can get another one and leave it downstairs? How important is the "sun" part of the "soil-water-sun" equation? Maybe we won't get another flower...
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life.