A few years back, my brother was in a bad motorcycle accident. He was in the hospital for a long time. He’s OK now…that’s not the story I’m going to tell today. But he is the reason that my mother, who lived 350 miles away from us, practically lived with me for a while.
One day, I was watering my fern. I noticed that the soil seemed to be awfully damp for a fern that was usually neglected. Then I noticed that the saucer under the pot was filled to the brim with liquid that was about to overflow. I knew who the culprit was; Mom had been pouring this:
into this:
Now, ferns do love coffee, but my fern was DROWNING, poor thing!
So, every time I feed this:
some of this:
I have to chuckle!
Did you notice my neato rooster watering can? He is my Christmas present from my dad! I’ll give you a personal introduction:
Now go read some more of these:
over here:
