Brown Thumb

I have been meaning to pull these hideously large poppy-type bushes that, while still in their dainty little six-pack/4-flower cups looked all colorful and harmless, but upon planting erupted into these brown, unmanageable weed-looking eye soars, for weeks now. I really did start with the best of intentions.

I know nothing about gardening. Never bothered with it before. ... For those of you who are newcomers like myself - allow me let you in on a little secret: It's no walk in the park. Maybe I missed Botany 101, but my brown thumb has gone far beyond these poor front-yard flowers/bushes. Cite 8 dead plants in 4-month time span while waiting for this lovely house to be built. Rack 'em up. Eight. Among the losses were Lucille, Juanita, Ingrid, Peter and Wowie. (RIP.)

Moving on. The builder really got it right. I guess they've got professionals for that sort of thing. These plants are also in my front yard and don't bloom often, but when they do, they provided a nice contrast to the bloom-less ugliness that were my efforts... You know, until I finally rid my yard them this morning.
I think we're going to follow the leader and plant a bunch of these in the back and hope Wynn doesn't mistake the buds for chewing gum.

Ha! Who am I kidding?