IN MEMORY OF... my plant that never sprouted.

Honestly, I am unsure whether or not my plant is living. However, I think it is safe to assume that my plant died without ever actually living.

In honor my plant, I have given it a name... Petey.

Petey was a good plant. He was always happy, even when feeling down (pun intended). I will remember his smile for many years to come... his toothless, mouthless, completely faceless and expressionless smile. Actually, these thoughts somehow remind of that creepy monster from the movie "Pan's Labyrinth." Perhaps some of you, my lovely audience know what I am talking about.

That being said, I feel like perhaps these reason for Petey's undeniably unfortunate demise was that it was simply a high-maintenance plant. In the third grade, it was said that apparently I had a "green thumb" because I grew a beautiful tomato plant that was as tall as I was (at the time) while everyone else in the class was left with plants that were probably only one to two feet high. Therefore, perhaps tomato plants are easier to manage than mint... or possibly my teacher guided us A LOT. I do not recall whether or not our 3rd grade teacher was a big influence on how our plants were taken care of.

Finally, la pieza final: A picture of my plant pot!



Hasta luego, mis amigos. :)