It would not be breaking confidences to delare, in a public forum, that neither of my children has a 'green-thumb'. A plant can wither through lack of attention - things like water and air and soil - under their very nose, and they have no knowledge that the plant is carking it! I guess it can be sheeted back to the negligence of their mother: not setting a good agrarian model during their formative years. Whereas, when I was growing up, my mother had the main veggie garden, and we three children were allocated specific beds to compete against each other. Our father, wierdly, grew flowers like sweet-peas. And crops like wheat. And maize. And sorghum.
So, if the gods give me the nod, and I get to care for my grand-daughter for a day at my place during the coming year, we (she and I) will do gardening. Do you think she will like this watering can?