From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, my thumbs used to be about as green as a charcoal briquette. I’m talking Sahara Desert levels of dryness, the kind of plant neglect that could make even a cactus weep. I’d walk into a garden center full of hope and optimism, only to return home with a plant destined for a slow and tragic demise.
Stress Relief? More Like Plant Therapy!
I never understood the whole “plants are therapeutic” thing. I mean, they just sit there, right? Wrong. Turns out, caring for plants is surprisingly therapeutic. Who knew that misting a fern could be so darn satisfying? Or that watching a new leaf unfurl could inspire the kind of zen-like calm usually reserved for spa days and meditation retreats?