It's offically a black thumb

Our flowers have died. I suppose we just weren't mean to be gardeners. I suppose it doesn't help that Theron had no interest in helping me water them so that it was up to me solely to try and keep them alive. We did good for a little while. It was sad to see their slow progression of death. The ones that died first were the ones in the sunlight most. Perhaps we'll try again next year. But so long for now pretty flowers; we'll use your dead petals as compost and, someday soon, replant new life into you.