the porch

I haven’t killed the flowers on my front porch yet. I haven’t planted anything for two or three years because I’m such a plant-killer. But this year the boy cleaned off the porch and I felt as though it deserved some prettiness. Red and white impatiens and several basil plants. So far, so good. Although it’s not yet very far. A couple of the flower plants aren’t growing too much, but at least they’re still alive. It feels precarious, though. Every day when I come home I am very tentative approaching the porch in case I’m going to have to deal with deceased flowers.