There are a lot of green thumbs in my family. My mother has beautiful flower gardens and my father excels in the fruit/veggie/herb garden arena. In fact, a lot of my wedding decorations relied on my family's gardening prowess. I had beautiful green hydrangea from my aunt and uncle's garden and my dad grew tons of little white pumpkins for place card holders. And me? Well, I kill things. I had a lovely arrangement of tulips, crocuses and daffodils in this container and they bit it well before any other spring flowers in the area.
But there's hope for Nate. I'm starting to think that green thumbs skip a generation. He tends to the plants daily, never forgetting to water the flowers. And he only uses the the watering can to dig up the roots once in a while.