I have a black thumb, which is why I eat greenery not grow it, I suppose. Apparently Trey’s dexterity with plants is equal if not worse than mine.
Meet Frank, who is surprisingly not the victim of abandonment.
When Trey got his first job out of law school I gave him Frank to spruce up his cold, artless office. I’m shocked he’s lasted this long. But when I visited my boys today, Trey suggested I might want to take him home for some TLC. I did, thinking I couldn’t really harm him any more. The thing is…I have NO IDEA how to help him. Obviously he needs a new pot with fresh soil, but is there some special combo I should know about?
I’m thinking you might have some insight here on how we can save poor Frank from the compost pile.
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