I love my flowers!

I have a black thumb... really! My dad bought houseplants for my birthday and got a one year guarantee so that I could replace them when they died... not IF but WHEN! While those hardy houseplants have often wilted and seemed on the brink of death, my Simba has continually rescued them. My roses are another issue. I seem to get along well with my thorny planted friends. They grow like weeds and explode in blossoms all summer and into the fall. Here are pictures for proof!