From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a friend to foliage. In fact, my thumbs were less green and more… well, let’s just say they resembled the withered remains of my previous plant victims. I’m talking cacti, succulents – even those “impossible-to-kill” air plants met their demise under my care.
The Zen of Watering (Yes, Really!)
Who knew that spritzing a peace lily could be so therapeutic? Turns out, caring for plants taps into a primal instinct, a connection to nature that our tech-saturated lives often lack. These days, my watering routine is less chore, more mindful meditation. As I check for thirsty leaves and gently mist my leafy companions, the day’s stress seems to evaporate. Plus, there’s something incredibly satisfying about watching a droopy plant perk up after a good drink.