Green Thumb, With a Side of Cheese

Thanks for all your praise for my yard. Some of you even referred to my having a 'green thumb.' I can assure you that's not the case. I simply chalk it up to the fact that after three straight years of planting things in a barren yard, eventually, some things were bound to start growing.

And since we're all in the summer-time flower state of mind, I thought I'd post pictures of a true 'green thumb.' The woman on the right is my great-aunt Lib. Another Elizabeth in the family tree. Shocker.


This was her garden. Or part of it. Mom says it was immaculate, with paths between bushes and flowers and climbing roses.

And how about Lib's get-up? How about her hat? Fur stole? I'll tell you what I wear in my yard. Too-tight shorts (thanks a lot York Peppermint Patties), flip flips from the 8th grade and old t-shirts. Something tells me Aunt Lib would not approve.




Here she is again in a garden. She's in front on the left. My mother calls posing for pictures like this "cheesing it up." Genetics are a powerful thing, are they not? Apparently, cheesing it up for photographs is hereditary in our family. Green thumbs, not so much.

And here's Aunt Lib again. She's the one with a black mark across her chest... why did people do those things to pictures? I'm not sure if this was her house, but how about those climbing roses? The ivy? The sweeping front steps? Sigh.

Aunt Lib was a true green thumb. I, on the other hand, am more of a gray thumb. Not green, not black, just somewhere in between. Maybe it would help if I wore a dress and fur stole to work in the yard?

Nah.