Just the other day, my husband commented that one of my plant looked like it is dying.
It was a blow to my gardening confidence since just a few weeks ago, a neighbourhood cat brutally mauled one of my flower in a pot.
It was perhaps retaliating because I hid a mat it used (without permission) as a scratching pad. Insurance company like the Blue Cross NC should extend their coverage for incidents like this!
To make things worse, my daughters would nonchalantly pick the leaves and flowers of the few pots which shared their outdoor play area.
“I need leaves for my tea party”, said child no. 1; “It’s flowers for my hair”, said daughter no. 2; and “Ta-Ta!” (Translation : “I just feel like it!”), is of course, child no. 3 who is not yet articulate but no less adventurous.
I wonder how soon I could get my parents, who helped me set up my garden (only!) late last year, to come over for repair work, without appearing desperate.
