Let’s be honest, I’m about as far from a “green thumb” as you can get. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could kill a cactus in a desert. So, when my well-meaning friend gifted me a beautiful, vibrant peace lily for my birthday, I accepted it with a smile plastered on my face and sheer terror in my heart.
Doomed From the Start? My History with Houseplants
You see, I have a history with plants. A tragic, brown-tinged, crispy-leaf history. My past victims include a jade plant that mysteriously lost all its leaves (apparently, overwatering is a thing?), a succulent that shriveled faster than my hopes of ever affording a house, and a spider plant that… well, let’s just say it met a tragic end involving a ceiling fan and a very unfortunate gust of wind.
Percy‘s Perilous Journey: A Peace Lily’s Fight for Survival
Now, I may not be an expert gardener, but I’m a master Googler. I researched the heck out of “peace lily care.” I watered Percy on schedule, gave him just the right amount of sunlight (or so I thought), and even serenaded him with my questionable rendition of “Here Comes the Sun” every morning (don’t judge, you haven’t heard my singing voice).
But despite my best efforts, Percy began to wilt. His leaves drooped, lost their vibrant green hue, and he started to resemble something you’d find discarded in the back alley of a florist’s shop.