From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always this “in tune” with nature. In fact, my thumbs were practically dipped in plant-killing poison. I once managed to murder a cactus, for crying out loud! A CACTUS! Even succulents, those notoriously low-maintenance green buddies, wilted under my care. It was a dark time, my friends.
But then, something magical happened. My well-meaning friend, bless her soul, gifted me a resilient little snake plant for my birthday. Figuring it was one last chance at redemption, I decided to actually, you know, try.
And try I did! I watered it (on a schedule!), I found it a sunny spot, and I even talked to it occasionally (don’t judge). And guess what? It thrived! Not only did it survive my black thumb, but it actually grew new leaves. I was officially a plant parent, and I was hooked.
