A few flowers and whole bunch of dead ugly mess is all that's left of my (first) hanging basket of the season. Honestly, I have a good track record when it comes to keeping things alive. Dependent on me are four children, one hermit crab, two goldfish, a vegetable garden, a flower garden and two houseplants. The goldfish and hermit crab are both more than two years old and who knew that was possible?! I don't know what it is about hanging baskets but when I buy one, my husband shakes his head and says, "That poor little plant. It doesn't deserve to die." Every time, I swear that this is the one...the one who will live. I'm proven wrong every time. I water often, take off the dead pieces, encourage and love the little plant. And then one day, I look outside to find a dead plant. The fact that I keep buying new plants qualifies me as an optimist, don't you think? Oh, and yes, my next victim is hanging on the deck now awaiting it's cruel fate.