From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be honest, folks. A few years ago, if you told me I’d be the proud parent of over 50 houseplants, I’d have laughed in your face (after checking you weren’t holding a watering can full of plant food I’d somehow managed to kill with kindness). I was the ultimate plant assassin, leaving a trail of crispy leaves and wilted stems in my wake.
Then came Herbert. He was a scraggly little spider plant, a gift from a friend who clearly overestimated my nurturing abilities. I figured I owed it to him (and my friend’s unwavering optimism) to at least try not to kill him.
To my utter shock, Herbert thrived. He even sprouted a baby spider plant! Suddenly, I was hooked. That tiny sprout wasn’t just a plant, it was a testament to my newfound (and slightly unbelievable) green thumb.
