Is My Houseplant Judging Me? A Deep Dive into Plant-Based Side-Eye
The Day My Fiddle Leaf Fig Agreed With My Cat
It happened last Tuesday. Burnt toast, mismatched socks—a morning straight out of a sitcom. Rushing out the door, late for work (again!), I caught a glimpse of Ferdinand, my majestic fiddle leaf fig.
When My Peace Lily Wilted (and My Inbox Exploded)
Look, I’m a plant parent, through and through. I water, I chat, I even play them classical music (don’t judge!). But sometimes, they seem to sense when my life is a hurricane of to-do lists and missed deadlines.
Take Priscilla, my peace lily. Sweet, low-maintenance Priscilla. Yet, the moment my inbox hits triple digits and laundry day feels like a distant memory, her leaves droop lower than a basset hound’s ears. It’s like she’s silently judging: “Really? You ignored Grandma’s email? Get it together!”