From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent: My Story
Let’s be honest, folks. Before I discovered the magical world of houseplants, my thumbs were about as green as a lump of coal. I’m talking Sahara Desert levels of plant neglect. Cacti withered under my watch. Succulents, those hardy little champions, somehow managed to shrivel up and die. It was a sad, sad time.
But then, something magical happened. A friend gifted me a little peace lily, and something within me shifted. Maybe it was the lily’s elegant white blooms or the way its leaves perked up after a good watering, but I was smitten. I vowed to break my plant-killing streak and give this little green buddy the life it deserved.
