I'm a bit jealous of my neighbors' patio. I doubt they struggle to keep their plants alive, whereas I feel a twinge of guilt every time I look at my jasmine ( I think I've managed to bring it to the brink of death twice). Anyways, my neighbors. They have the plant-filled patio I planned to have, but have failed to execute. The latest idea I've been toying with is adding flower boxes on the railings of our patio. They have two flower boxes filled with yellow and purple flowers that are just gorgeous. I figure, if they can keep their flower boxes lush in the California sun, so can I. Right?
Sure. It's super easy to keep the plants alive... when they're FAKE!!!!! Fake! Fake flowers. I've been drooling over fake flowers in the flower box. After feeling like a sub-par gardner after successfully killing an azalea bush and consistently killing and bringing back to life a jasmine, I felt a smidge of glee discovering their little deception.
Fake tans, fake noses, fake boobs, and now, fake flowers. Well, it is Orange County...
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