We’ve all been there. You’re gifted a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and you vow to keep them alive for longer than a week (the struggle is real, people). But then, amongst the lilies and carnations, you spot it… the dreaded “bonus plant.” You know, the one they sneak in there, disguised as a harmless addition, but it’s secretly judging your every horticultural move?
Operation: Don’t Kill the Plant
That’s how I ended up with Herbert. Yes, I named him. I figured if I gave him a personality, I’d be more inclined to keep him alive. Herbert, a sprightly little peace lily, was thrust upon me by a well-meaning friend at a going-away party. “He’s low-maintenance!” she’d chirped, shoving a plastic pot into my hands as I juggled a plate of nachos and a farewell margarita.
Now, I’m not known for my green thumb. In fact, my thumbs are more of a “concrete gray” when it comes to plants. But Herbert, bless his leafy heart, was determined to teach me a thing or two about life (and maybe even about keeping things alive).
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