My Descent into Plant Parenthood (and Chaos)
It all started innocently enough. A sunny windowsill seemed wasted, a lonely corner cried out for some greenery. Next thing I knew, I was elbow-deep in potting soil, whispering sweet nothings to a basil plant named Bartholomew. Thus began my journey into the wonderful, chaotic world of plant parenthood.
Turns out, there’s a whole set of unspoken rules that come with this new leafy territory. Rules no one tells you about until you’re knee-deep in fallen leaves and wondering if you should stage an intervention for your drooping fern.
Rule #1: Thou Shalt Overreact to Every Droopy Leaf
Remember that dramatic friend in high school who thrived on attention? Plants, my friends, are the drama queens of the natural world. One minute they’re basking in the sun, the picture of verdant health. The next, a single leaf droops slightly, and it’s a five-alarm crisis.
