As mentioned the other day, it is our tradition to do all of our spring planting on Good Friday. Mother, who we affectionately call "Pope-ette D", swears that plants prosper when put in the ground on this holy day. And with a thumb as black as mine, who am I to argue with such belief?
Best intentions aside, we got busy shopping in the morning and watching GLEE! in the early afternoon. And when a walk in the park with bestie F turned into Bahamatinis, blue crab dip and lobster rolls at our favorite haunt, before I realized it the day was nearly done and my plants weren't any closer to the ground than when I picked them up at Pike's two days prior.