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Green fingers...maybe?


Noun1.green fingers - a special ability to make plants grow
metier, speciality, speciality, forte, strong point, strong suit, long suit, strength - an asset of special worth or utility; "cooking is his forte"


Day 1


For as long as I can remember I have been completely useless at gardening, I think it was mainly because I had zero interest in it. There were always plants in the house and our gardens while growing up were spectacular, but how they managed to stay alive and grow was never of any interest to me. Then I moved out the house while studying and bought my first plant. It lasted a month or so before it died. After that, in a moment of madness, my roommates and I decided we needed fish. Mine was the first to die, he lasted a day before my roommates fish ate both of ours, only to die himself two days later. So from then I promised myself I was in no place to look after anything in the plant or fish kingdom. 



Six years ago I moved to Cape Town and was given the task of looking after my brothers cacti. How hard can that be? They grow and live in deserts on their own, how could I mess this one up? Well... yes, they died too. 


One month later
One day I was chatting to a friend about this phenomenon, and realised that if I couldn't start with looking after a plant, then how did I expect to look after an animal, or myself, and eventually someone else. So we decided I had to start with a plant again, and after at least 5 years since my last plant, I was ready for the challenge. 


The plant that was decided on was none other than the infamous orchid, yes, the world's most difficult and temperamental plant ever. 


I have amazing news! It is a month later, and not only has the plant stayed alive, it has gone from 5 flowers and a bud to 6 gorgeous flowers and a new little bud on its way. YAY! Maybe I can do this? Watch this space. 



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