From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be honest, folks. Before I became a “plant parent,” the only thing I successfully grew was a healthy layer of dust on my furniture. My thumbs were decidedly not green. In fact, they were more like a charcoal sketch of despair whenever I dared to nurture anything leafy.
Thus began my journey into the wonderful, sometimes wacky, world of plant parenthood.
Why Talking to Your Plants Might Not Be So Crazy
Now, before you judge, hear me out. One of the unexpected joys of having plants is that they become your audience. Need to vent about a frustrating day? Your ZZ plant is all ears (metaphorically, of course). Want to celebrate a small victory? Your peace lily will never steal your thunder.
I’ll admit, I’ve had full-blown conversations with my philodendron, Phil. I tell him about my day, ask his opinion on my outfit (he’s non-judgmental, thankfully), and sometimes even confide in him about my dreams of becoming a crazy plant lady with a house full of greenery.
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