green thumb

I haven’t perfected my green thumb, but I’m working on it.

Freddy Escobar stood on the sidewalk outside his former workplace waving a green thumb drive and a stack of papers that he said would clear his name.

But my green thumb ached as workers sawed down the tree, took away everything — trunk, twigs, leaves, fruit, roots — in biohazard bags and tagged the remaining trees with a bill of clean health.

He was happy to leave the plant decisions to Solberg, the green thumb of the family.

His maternal grandmother was gifted with plant caregiving, and his mother was an “incredible grower” with an expert green thumb.