The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent (and Why You Should Join the Club)

From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a natural nurturer. In fact, my thumbs were practically charcoal black. I’m talking “killed-a-cactus” level bad. But then, something magical happened: I adopted a scraggly little succulent named Steve.

I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, “A succulent? That’s like the easiest plant ever!” And you’re right. But somehow, Steve thrived under my care (or rather, benign neglect). Seeing him sprout a new leaf filled me with an absurd amount of pride. It was like winning a tiny, green Oscar for “Most Improved Plant Owner.”