Did I mention that, in addition to two lovely dogs, I’ve also been left in charge of several plants? My mom has a bit of a green thumb.
Unfortunately for her plants, I don’t.
Plants and I have a history, that usually ends with death. In fact, the last time I bought a philodendron, I told the clerk I was bringing it home to die. (He told me I was morbid. I had to agree.)
But hey, I should be able to handle this. I have children, and they’re still alive. Ditto the dogs and cats. With all these breathing things around me, I’d go so far as to say “keeping living beings alive” is a bit of a specialty of mine. How hard can a few chlorophyll-loving, oxygen-producing leaf mongers be?
At the beginning of January, I set up a reminder to tend the plants, and have dutifully watered them every week.
One of her plants now looks like this:
Hah-hah! Just kidding! It actually looks like this:
For reference, when my parents left, it looked something like this:
In my defense, it’s not dead yet! And I think we can all agree that a single ivy is a small price to pay to avoid three months of this:
cute! ^^