Friday, February 17, 2006

Plantkiller strikes again

I'm afraid I'm unable to provide photographic evidence of this, as my hunk o' burnin' love has absconded with my digital camera (something about documenting a construction project), but the "Primrose in Peril" BOBB contest (scroll down to the very bottom of this page for details) has ended today and I am declaring a winner.

After the unfortunate plant's interment in my backyard compost heap, I consulted my folder containing all of the contest entries to determine who came closest to predicting the actual funeral date. Congratulations to Margaret Young, who hit it right on the nose, and who admitted in her January 6 entry: "I've killed primulas myself." Check your e-mail inbox, Margaret. I've just sent you a $15 gift certificate good at Amazon.com. (If you're not in the market for a good inspirational romance novel, perhaps you'd like to choose a book on caring for primulas.)

In related news, last night my husband brought home a lovely azalea in a red pot to brighten up my office. His timely gift was very much appreciated.

7 comments:

Hornblower said...

Hey, way cool!
Thanks for the certificate & good luck with the azalea!

Julana said...

Boo hoo. I knew Valentine's Day was going to be the death of that plant. I have to confess, our poinsettia bit the dust last week.

Brenda Coulter said...

You're very welcome, Hornblower.

Julana, the ugly truth is that I've killed even more houseplants than usual this winter.

Chris said...

Hey, almost a month longer than my guess. You must be doing something right (or at least less wrong than I suspected).

Bonnie Calhoun said...

Ohhh...and I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt!!!

Poor, poor azalea...It's going to be nothing but sticks and stalks in two months!...LOL

Camy Tang said...

Congrats, Margaret! Darn, was I even close?
Camy

Brenda Coulter said...

I don't know, Camy. I threw out all of the entries after Margaret claimed her prize, but she was the clear winner. The next closest prediction was February 20; and in the other direction, three people had predicted that I'd hold the plant's funeral on Valentine's Day. (!)