I have a black thumb of death when it comes to plants. It is a well known fact amongst my friends and family. I try, but I inevitably kill everything I try to grow. When you come from a family such as mine, it is really quite sad because I am the only one with said thumb.

Tonight I somehow got it in my head that because I am now 30 (and therefore a "real grown up", though I'm not one for playing that part), this will change. So tonight at 9:30 (when no one could see me), armed with a kitchen tablespoon and some daffodil bulbs that my mom left out over winter, I tackled the decorative barrel outside my front door. I dug holes, roughly 6 inches deep and 6 inches apart and threw those bulbs in, pointy side up. Supposedly within the next couple months the truth will be known...black thumb or green thumb. I have a feeling I know which way this is going to go...but it's worth a shot.

If this works, I think I am going to try tulips next year...regardless of where I live. :)