From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be real, folks. A few years ago, if you told me I’d be the proud parent of a thriving jungle of indoor plants, I would’ve laughed (and then probably accidentally killed a cactus with too much love). I was the queen of the black thumb, notorious for turning even the most resilient succulents into mushy, brown messes.
But then, something magical happened. It started innocently enough, with a humble little snake plant named Steve. To my utter shock, Steve not only survived my care but actually seemed to thrive. That’s when I realized: maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t destined for a life of plant homicide.
