Plucky

     I have stated before that I am not a plant person. In the plant world, I am known as Connie Kevorkian. Perhaps that explains why the one thing I enjoy about plant care is plucking off the dead blossoms. My horticultural history makes me uniquely qualified to recognize dead plant parts. My flowers are having their best summer ever, which I assume has more to do with the weather than myself. So while I am plying them with drink, I am also rolling them for dead blossoms. This improves the plant's appearance and my attitude. I may not know a ranunculus from a radish, but I know dead when I see it. And in the face of that kind of death, I feel plucky.