From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, I used to be the friend who couldn’t keep a cactus alive. My thumbs weren’t just black, they were practically wearing mourning veils for every fern and ficus I’d ever loved and…accidentally killed. But then, something changed. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was an early midlife crisis, but I decided to give plants another shot. And guess what? It’s been one of the most rewarding, albeit slightly quirky, decisions I’ve ever made.
So, you’re thinking about becoming a plant parent? Or maybe you’re just curious why so many people are obsessed with their leafy roommates? Well, grab a watering can (or a glass of wine, I don’t judge) and let me share the unexpected joys of this whole plant parenting thing.