Today I am a potter of plants.

When I was growing up my mom used to split our backyard in half and tell my sister and I to weed a side. My side was always immaculate at the end of the afternoon. My sister, on the other hand, usually still had an empty bucket and my mom would get really mad. Being the negotiator that I am, I always offered to weed my sisters side if I didn't have to do the dishes. Through negotiation after negotiation I eventually got away from all things related to cleaning the kitchen, which in my mind is a worse chore than having to pick up dog poop. To further distance myself from the nastiness, I used to gag and dry heave every time I was forced to do dish duty. So, for the majority of my teen life I was the garden slave. I weeded, mowed/edged the grass, cut bushes, washed windows, cleaned the pool, it's filters and added the chemicals, scrubbed the patio, swept and racked leaves- anything. I like being outside. We currently don't have any yard, but one day-
I dream of having a little garden. 

My current interest is in cacti. They remind me of the desert and I like their interesting shapes. I always tell my husband not to buy me cut flowers, because it makes me sad to watch them die. I would rather be given potted plants and watch them live.