My Journey From Plant Killer to Reluctant Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, my history with plants was less than stellar. I was practically a plant grim reaper. I overwatered, underwatered, and generally neglected anything green and leafy that dared to cross my threshold.
Lesson #1: The Power of Less is More
My first instinct with any plant was to drown it with affection, disguised as excessive watering. I treated my ZZ plant like a long-lost friend returning from the desert. Big mistake. The poor thing started to wilt even further. Panicked, I turned to the internet, the all-knowing guru of, well, everything.
Turns out, ZZ plants are practically succulents. They store water in their bulbous roots and are perfectly content with a good soak every few weeks. Who knew? I learned that sometimes, the best approach is a hands-off one. Stepping back and giving space, whether it’s to a plant or a person, can be the most nurturing thing you can do.
Lesson #2: Finding Growth in Unexpected Places
Confession time: I don’t have a green thumb. I have a “let’s-put-it-in-the-corner-and-hope-for-the-best” thumb. My apartment isn’t exactly bathed in sunlight. So, I relegated the ZZ plant to a dimly lit corner, figuring it would meet the same fate as its predecessors. Imagine my surprise when, months later, the little guy was not only alive but thriving! It had even sprouted a new shoot.