Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a green thumb. In fact, my history with plants was more of a graveyard situation. I’m talking drooping leaves, suspicious smells, and a whole lot of “rest in peace” whispered over wilting stems. But something changed last year. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a cry for help from my neglected soul, but I decided to give plants another shot. And let me tell you, the journey has been nothing short of delightful (and surprisingly hilarious).
One of the biggest surprises? Plants are fantastic listeners. Seriously! They won’t interrupt with unsolicited advice or judge your questionable life choices. I swear, my Monstera, Monty, has heard me vent about everything from bad dates to existential dread. And the best part? He just sits there, looking stoic and wise, as if to say, “Yep, been there. You got this.” It’s oddly therapeutic. Who needs a therapist with a monthly subscription when you can have a leafy therapist who thrives on neglect (within reason, of course)?
Plant Friends: The Green Support System You Never Knew You Needed
Another unexpected joy? The people you meet! It turns out the plant community is full of the most welcoming, supportive, and slightly eccentric individuals you’ll ever encounter. There’s just something about nurturing life that attracts the kindest souls. I’ve made genuine friends through online plant groups, traded cuttings with neighbors, and even received surprise plant mail (yes, that’s a thing, and it’s glorious!). Plus, unlike my human friends, my plant friends never forget to remind me when it’s time to repot.