Picture by Sarah Potter (THANK YOU VERY MUCH, Sarah!)
By, Nan Claire Falkner
“Oh, how I wish I had a green thumb!” Ann lamented, looking at the box of flowers she had just bought and wondering if they would last until July fourth. Of course in the past, this hadn’t happened. Each pathetic petunia only lasted until it was hot.
So, rolling up her sleeves, she tied a bandana on her head to keep untamed curls from escaping, and picked up her potting tools.
Putting on her gloves, she opened the door slowly.
“They’re alive! They’re alive!” She danced outside into the arms of her husband, Alan singing
“I’m giving up weeds! Eureka!”
nanclairefalkner 
Oh … Writing about your twin sister again. Perfect !!
Dear Nan,
I was never blessed with a green thumb either. This spring I have two buckets of flowers that are thriving. Lovely story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Good story. I haven’t done any gardening in years, so I understand. 🙂
Hahahaaa… mine would have been dead. Love the story! To LIFE!
I have a brown thumb, and it’s not from sticking it in my rear.
Loved the last line, Nan.
Ditto to the brown thumb. Perhaps writing and gardening are incompatible, although there are some of us who seem to pull it off and post fantastic gardening photos.
xx Rowena
My thumbs are great for weeds
Good tale. I hope Alan gives her 6 gardening book for her birthday. 😀
What a happy take on this prompt 🙂
I have a corner with five tubs and a bench – so far everything is thriving, thank the garden gods!
What fun!!!! I can see the joy in her steps! I often feel this way…. Kudos.
i am not very fond of gardening but love fresh flowers.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/06/the-siren.html
And he held her in his arms forever and ever.😘