I don't think I'm very good at this

Gardening is one of the many domestic arts I can't seem to master. We had concrete laid in some areas in our yard that needed concrete: the driveway, the sidewalk, and a patio. But to do so required me to move some plants that were in the way. I'm not one for gardening. I can't get mold to grow. But I thought that since these plants would never die no matter what I had done to them in the past that maybe they'd survive. I gave them a nice little area to live in. I MAY have neglected to dig holes in the ground to place their roots in and just slapped them onto the very dry and rock strewn ground. I may have sprinkled some dirt over their roots "just in case". I may not be very good at this.

This is the "Wandering Jew" after "planting" them. I use the word planting loosely.

I'm not sure but I may have planted this one upside-down.

In my defense the ground was really really hard, Danny kept wandering off and I had to keep reeling him back to me. And my back was hurt from all the rock moving. Did I mention I moved a lot of rocks. Like a ton. No, seriously, a TON of rocks. See for yourself.

It was all worth it though because now we have a SIDEWALK, and a PATIO, and "loud bugle music playing" A FULL SIZE DRIVEWAY!!.

SIDEWALK

Patio and filled in planting bed

DRIVEWAY!!!

So, maybe I'm much better and things involving rocks and concrete, and not so much things that involve water and earth and maintenance.

So long wandering jew, you were pretty and purple now you're all dead in my garden.