The plant whisperer

On my last visit to Edinburgh I found a coaster in a shop saying something like: "Before having babies, make sure you can grow your own plants". I bought it as a reminder for M. and we decided that if we wanted to be good mothers, we had to be able to:

1. grow our own plants
2. have a pet
3. have a baby

While M. took it seriously and started growing baby aubergines and baby tomatoes on the balcony, I completely forgot about plants. In my view the fact that I have managed to keep my dog alive and happy for a reasonably long period of time meant that I was past the plant stage. Well, I was wrong!

I got a Chinese rose as a present the other day and the poor wee plant is still not well. I am always afraid that I am going to drown it. So much so that I end up not giving her enough water and make her look miserable. Empirical evidence would suggest that one full glass of water does the trick, but I am still scared that things might go wrong, so I keep talking to her telling her how beautiful she is and how nice it would be if she had another flower. I have to say she's a very good listener, so hopefully she'll make it.

Evidence of a happy dog