From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a green thumb goddess. My previous attempts at plant parenthood resembled a graveyard of neglected succulents and wilted herbs. I was convinced I had the touch of death, a black thumb so potent it could wither a cactus from across the room.
Of course, with great power comes great responsibility (and the occasional battle with pesky pests). From battling fungus gnats to diagnosing mysterious brown spots, plant parenthood comes with its fair share of challenges. But hey, that’s what makes it an adventure, right?