I'm in the garden pretty regularly. This drought it death for my Azaleas. I'll tell ya, I never thought I could give my plant babies too much of that H2O. I drowned my cacti the other day. Oh, it was ghastly! I walked into the house with these little cacti in my hands and I was just balling my eyes out. Phil had to calm me down. I was in hysterics! I guess in a strange way I feel like God. If any of these plants ever piss me off, they're gone. That's it. Sayonara! I've gotten the occasional stick from my cacti but I would never care for them in vindictive manner. I make it rain and sometimes I make it rain too hard and too often. And sometimes I forget to turn the water off. Sometimes I'll start watering and I'll remember that I'm out of cigarettes. So sometimes I'll leave the hose turned on in the garden and drive down to the puff n' stuff. Does that make my thumb any less green? I think not. I think that I'm simply a novice. One day it will dawn on me. Enough is enough. These plants are teaching me about life and about living in moderation. There are many things in life that I need to survive. Love is one of those things. But when Phillip starts to smother me I shut down. I think that's what happened to my cacti. I smothered them with too much love. I took a good thing and I made it fatal. I feel like crying again.
Inspired by: Fat Joe (Feat. Lil' Wayne) - "I Make It Rain"
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