so, the evening would not be complete until I found yet another thing I failed at.. I happened to be taking a gander at my little ficus.. I loved this tree.. I use the past tense, because I don't think it qualifies as a tree anymore.. It use to gingerly touch the ceiling.. massive branches filled with leaves barely fit into the southeast corner of the room..
NOW?
The ficus is on a hunger strike. I have a feeling that its in cahoots with the geranium.. I guess it is under the impression that M-I-L will come in and save the day.. I mean, I did try! I went to Starbucks and gave the good ol boy some grounds.. Apparently, they like that.. But the only thing that happened was a big mold patch grew on the dirt.. Who knew you were suppose to spread it around.. (mental note: write Starbucks on the importance of directions)
I feed it Miracle grow.. Which is a crock.. Because as you can see, it is a sad little shrub.. It truly NEEDS a miracle.. What am I to do?
Mother Alves Just happen to put her Ficus.. (ironic she has the same plant) out in the front yard.. It is on steiroids or something.. It is so perfect, it doesn't look real.. agh.. Perhaps I should give her tree a little Moose attention,eh? hmm. The mind is going now!
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