Flowers and Heat


For some reason, all my potted plants keep dying. I’ve been taking really good care of them—at least, I think I have. I’ve been giving them water, lots of sunlight and a heap of love. That’s all they need, right? So why won’t they last more than a week or so in my house? It’s so frustrating. When did this all start? Well, it wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps a few months. It was probably around the time that I got help from that business offering ducted gas heating repairs. Melbourne homes are fine for growing plants. I don’t understand why this wouldn’t be working.

Surely it doesn’t have anything to do with the temperature in my house. I like it really hot during the winter, so I have the heater blasting all day (hence why I had to get heater repairs). And I’m not talking hot like thirty degrees. I’m talking about Arizona-in-the-summer hot. It’s like a desert in my house. Now that I think about it, flowers don’t really thrive in deserts, do they? I guess my love of heat and my interest in flowers aren’t going to complement each other. Perhaps it would have been better if I never had that service from the best ducted gas heating technician Melbourne had to offer. I’d be cold, but at least my flowers would be doing alright.

I can’t believe I’ve done this to my poor flowers. Does this make me a terrible human being? They trusted me to help them thrive, but I’ve betrayed them. It would be like if my fiancee took me on a romantic walk along the ocean cliffs, and I viciously decided to push her from the top, down to the sharp rocks below. I’ve essentially done that to my beautiful flowers. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for doing something so horrible. If flowers go to heaven, I hope they can somehow find it in their cells to forgive me.