Opening my heart.

I have a bit of a history with all things green.  

The history is: They die.

For years I lived in a cycle of

|buy plant-kill plant-buy plant-kill plant|.

So, somewhere about awhile ago, I decided to gracefully bow out of the greenery scene. My heart had had enough. [Plus, I began to be afraid that some kind of green organization would come after me with allegations of abuse.]  

I carted away the remains.  I mourned.

The pots turned their backs on me and gazed longingly out of the window, at all of the greens living out their calling in flourish and fancy.

A few months went by and the pots and I got used to the silence.

But then, March happened, and March calls for new life.

So, today, in a Spring Break fit of over-confidence

I opened my heart.

I'll let you know how it goes.