From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a green thumb enthusiast. In fact, my thumbs were about as black as a moonless night. I’m talking “killed-a-cactus-with-kindness” level of plant homicide. But something changed last year. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a quarter-life crisis, or maybe it was just my deep-seated desire to keep something other than myself alive (debatable, I know). Whatever the reason, I brought home a humble little snake plant named Stanley.
And that, my friends, is where the unexpected joys began.
The Joy of Quirky Conversations (Yes, Really!)
Plus, you start noticing the subtle ways they “respond.” A new leaf unfurling feels like a high-five. A drooping stem becomes a cry for help. You become fluent in the silent language of your leafy companions, and trust me, it’s oddly fulfilling.