Guess who is going to be getting busy in the dirt this weekend?
I am attempting to compensate for my black thumb by leaving love notes to my garden lovelies.
Don’t laugh.
It might actually work.
Happy Weekend 🙂
Dear Tomato Plants
Notes
Dear Tulips
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| Dear Tulips, You look very sad when you bend over like that. It’s a shame your heads have to fall off. |
One time I found a napkin on the subway that read “I wish I were singing right now.”
Sounds silly, perhaps, but since then, when I see people on the subway, I wonder, “Which one of you is singing on the inside?”
Ever since that napkin, I have taken up the habit of leaving little notes of my own. On the subway, in the park, at the grocery store…wherever it seems appropriate. Sometimes I feel bad because, well, it’s littering. But then I think, “When was the last time someone wrote a love letter to microwaveable buttered popcorn?”
And then I don’t feel so bad.