Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer
Okay, I’ll admit it. I haven’t always been the green thumb I am today. In fact, I used to be a notorious plant killer. My apartment looked less like a verdant oasis and more like a graveyard for forgotten ferns and crispy cacti.
But then something changed. Maybe it was a pandemic-induced need for life in my otherwise sterile apartment, or maybe it was finally accepting that even I, a self-proclaimed plant murderer, deserved a little green therapy. Whatever it was, I took the plunge and adopted a humble little snake plant named Severus (don’t judge).
And guess what? Not only did Severus survive my black thumb, but he thrived! That’s when I realized that being a plant parent, much like being a regular parent (except, you know, without the screaming and college funds), comes with its own set of unexpected joys.
1. Witnessing the Miracle of Growth
There’s something incredibly satisfying about watching a tiny seedling sprout from the soil or witnessing a new leaf unfurl. It’s like a little green victory dance every time your plant baby reaches for the sky (or, in the case of my dramatic peace lily, dramatically droops to remind me it needs water).
