Black Thumbs and Roses
by Erin Bevan
I’ll be completely honest. I’m not much of a gardener. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy pretty flowers as much as the next person, but when it comes to making them grow and thrive, that job is best left to someone else.
My husband and I have owned two houses in our life. Both have come with enormous amounts of flowerbeds. Living in our first house should have tipped me off not to buy our second home. Our current house has fence-to-fence flowerbeds, and we live on a corner lot. Pretty much every single side of our home, and all the edges of our land are covered in flowerbeds. The only things I can keep alive are our roses, and we’ve gotten several compliments on them. Maybe there is hope for me yet!
Everything else is left to God. If it survives great, if it doesn’t, well let’s just say I keep some of the local landscaping services in business.
But, despite my black thumb, I turned my spare bedroom upstairs into an office, and I positioned the desk just so I can see out the window and into the garden. Our kids love to play in the small garden path in our back yard, and there is something about sunshine and flowers that is medicine to my soul.
About the Author:
Erin Bevan is a wife and mother of three. She enjoys filling her kitchen with fresh flowers, and loves the inviting and sweet aroma they release. An avid reader, one day she decided to try her luck in writing stories of her own, and the idea paid off. She spends her days deep in the heart of Texas, fighting mosquitoes, cleaning dirty faces, and writing contemporary romances when the kids nap. The heat levels of her books range from her super sweet book Text Me to sensual romances. Wedding Day, an edgy, sweet, closed-door romance, with some mild language, is her newest release.
Catherine Castle 
Erin, flowers and sunshine. Indeed medicine for a weary heart. I enjoyed your post.
Thank you, June. I hope you get to enjoy some of both today!
Hi Erin,
I can relate, and I come from a family of flower growers and gardeners with green thumbs. I try, but I must have sturdy plants that do a lot toward taking care of themselves. We have two hydrangeas that we babied this winter and so far they’re teasing us with some buds, but no flowers. Best of luck with your roses and your writing.
Gail, thank you. I, too, planted some things recently. I’ve yet to see the blooms of my labor! Good luck to you.
Erin, I think thumbs grow green with age. I’m much better than I used to be!
That’s good to know!
Erin,
If the picture is any example, I’d love to look out on your gardens. And yes, you can overcome a black thumb. My husband used to say I killed plants, but now I’m known in our village as a gardener. (I educated myself.) So, there is hope:)
Dawn, I think it comes down to want. Do I want to learn to garden? Right now, not so much. Maybe, in a couple of years, that will change!
Your garden path is gorgeous!