The other day I was sitting at my desk, as per the norm, when I noticed that my bush was dying. Obviously, there was some level of concern on my part, as Cecil The Christmas Bush had only been in my care for a week or so.
Admittedly, I do not have a green thumb. I don’t even care that I don’t have a green thumb. I’ve never seen the need for plants in my own life, but this one landed in my care and I felt obligated to be at least somewhat invested in whether or not it lived or died.
It became increasingly apparent, over the next few days, that my course of action was not helping the plant. So I called in The Guy With The Green Thumb, who proceeded to work his wicked sick skill on my bush.
Let’s hope that Cecil reaches his full topiary potential!