The Evolution of a Black Thumb..Or, The Education of a Reluctant Gardener
The thin leaves were wilted in the intensity of the late Colorado summer sun. The delicate, thin purple flowers were also looking a bit wan.
“Well, sh*t,” I thought, “Here we go again.”
Forty dollars’ worth of some kind of lovely purple full-sun perennials gazed back at me woefully. I had already watered the lawn…