The Duchess prides herself on her green thumb. This lovely plant is part of a set of six which the Duchess purchased as we planned my niece’s Great Wedding Adventure in November. Her wedding colors were plum and green (some day I’ll yak all about it…), and the Duchess felt that this colorful Wandering Jew would be the perfect compliment to the terraced areas around her reception venue. It was. After the wedding, the Duchess kept only two of the plants and offered sets of two to my sister (the bride’s mom) and to me.
Considering the uncommonly long and cold winter we have had in these parts, I think the Duchess’s plants look really hearty. And because I have YET to learn to manage this tongue, I told her so…
Without thinking, the words slipped right out of my mouth and sailed through the air. I reached up with the hands to kind of back pedal them in, but it was too late. She had heard. And then, well of course, she inquired as to the condition of my own set of Wandering Jews. I muttered something about the cold winter and the lack of sunshine and about that thumb that I had inherited from my father.
She sighed and titched. And she told me to bring my plants to her house so that she can nurse them back to health.
Now, I realize that it’s a little silly for a 48 year old wife and mother of two to be afraid of her own mom…
But mine look like this.
Anyone else think that I’m about to get the the two syllable scolding?