dead wood...

I couldn't find a spot for the my-husband-left-me flowering tree in the new place (ironic huh?) so I stuffed it in a corner in my bedroom, it wasn't very happy there and began to wilt. So I decided to put it outside, it was a little early I realized, but I really had nowhere else to put it. It died with in a week.
Suprisingly I wasn't too upset. I had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the brilliant purple flowers, but they just didn't fit in the new space. It felt rather freeing to pull the dead tree out of the pot and huck it into the bush. I planted some pink petunias instead.....