From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Journey
Let’s be honest, before I became a “plant parent,” I thought succulents were something you dipped sushi in. My thumbs were less green and more…well, let’s just say I was better acquainted with the local florist’s bereavement arrangements than their flourishing ferns.
But then, something changed. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was turning thirty and realizing my apartment looked remarkably like a well-lit storage unit. Whatever it was, I brought home a humble little snake plant, optimistically named him Steve, and braced myself for the inevitable plant funeral.
Except…it never came. Steve thrived. He sprouted new growth, tolerated my inconsistent watering schedule, and even seemed to enjoy our daily chats (don’t judge, we were in lockdown!). And thus began my descent into the wonderful, weird, and surprisingly hilarious world of plant parenthood.
