I love to garden but I don't have a green thumb. Springtime commences with a vision of an English Garden but by August I pruning a colorful, haphazard plot. The deer enjoy it though. They fuel up for winter on just about every blossom.
For some reason I held onto six years worth plastic nursery pots. Perhaps, in my “English Garden” vision, I had a greenhouse where I sprout seedings?
I loaded about 50 of them into my trunk (Yes, the one I vacuumed last Sunday) and brought them to my neighbors, who actually have green thumbs and a green house.
I rescued a puppy and gave it to these lovely people, several years ago. He went from the pound to their 40 acre Christmas tree farm. I was happy to visit with him again. Born Free uncovers troubling facts about pet stores. Before you buy a dog, think about adopting from a shelter. There are a lot of fantastic animals out there waiting for a loving home.