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  • Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent

    Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent




    Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent



    From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Mom

    Okay, let’s be honest. My journey into the world of plant parenthood started out less “green goddess” and more “serial plant assassin.” I’m talking the kind of track record that could make even a cactus weep. I once managed to kill a succulent. A succulent. You know, those desert-dwelling, practically-immortal champions of drought? Yeah, not even they could survive my questionable nurturing skills.

    But then, something changed. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was hitting my late 20s, or maybe (and most likely) it was a desperate attempt to add some life to my apartment after months of lockdown. Whatever the reason, I brought home a humble snake plant, named him Stanley, and braced myself for another inevitable plant funeral.

    To my utter shock, Stanley thrived. He sprouted new growth, stood tall and proud, and basically laughed in the face of my previous plant-murdering reputation. I was hooked.

    The Thrill of New Growth (No, Seriously)

    Fast forward two years, and my apartment now resembles an urban jungle, complete with hanging vines, leafy friends perched on every surface, and yes, even a couple more succulents (don’t worry, they’re thriving too). And you know what? It’s amazing.

    There’s something incredibly satisfying about watching a new leaf unfurl, about witnessing a tiny sprout reach for the sunlight. It’s like a tiny, green testament to your care and attention. Plus, it’s way less messy than raising actual children (or so I’ve heard…).

  • Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join the Club)

    Confessions of a Recovering Plant Killer (and Why You Should Totally Join the Club)

    From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent

    Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always this “in tune” with nature. In fact, I used to be notorious for accidentally offing any houseplant that dared cross my threshold. My thumbs weren’t just black, they were practically wearing little black veils in mourning.

    But then, something magical happened. It started innocently enough, with a scraggly little succulent named Steve (don’t judge, I was new to this). And then, well, let’s just say things escalated quickly. My apartment is now practically a jungle, and I spend my weekends debating the merits of perlite versus vermicast with the cashier at the garden center.

    The Unexpected Perks of Plant Parenthood

    So, what changed? Why did I, a self-proclaimed plant assassin, suddenly embrace the leafy life? Here are a few of the surprising joys I discovered:

    1. Plants Are the Chillest Roommates Ever

    Forget noisy neighbors or passive-aggressive roommates. Plants are the epitome of chill. They don’t steal your food, hog the bathroom, or blast terrible music at 3 am. Plus, they come with built-in air purification! It’s a win-win.

    2. Witnessing Growth Is Surprisingly Therapeutic

    There’s something incredibly satisfying about nurturing another living thing (and no, I’m not talking about a sourdough starter, although that’s cool too). Seeing a new leaf unfurl or a tiny bud emerge fills you with a sense of accomplishment that rivals finishing a Netflix series in one sitting (okay, maybe not quite, but it’s up there!).

    3. Plants Are the Perfect Excuse for Everything

    Need to get out of a boring social obligation? “Oh, I’m so sorry, I promised my ferns I’d repot them this weekend.” Want to spruce up your living space without breaking the bank? Plants! Feeling stressed? Go water your plants; it’s basically meditation with a watering can. You’re welcome.

    The “Oops, I Almost Killed My Plant Again” Starter Pack

    Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. The journey to plant parenthood isn’t always smooth sailing. There will be times when you overwater, underwater, or accidentally recreate the Sahara Desert in your living room. But fear not, my fellow plant enthusiasts, for I have compiled a handy starter pack for those “oops” moments:

    1. The Moisture Meter: Because sticking your finger in the soil is so last season (and also, you might overwater).
    2. A Grow Light: For those of us who live in apartments that resemble dungeon cells (no judgment, I feel your pain).
    3. A Sense of Humor: Because sometimes, despite your best efforts, a plant will just decide it’s had enough. And that’s okay. We’ve all been there.

    Ready to Embrace Your Inner Plant Parent?

    So, there you have it. The unfiltered, slightly chaotic, and undeniably joyful world of plant parenthood. Are you ready to join the club?