Forget Cats: It’s All About Being A Plant LadyNovember 10, 2015
By Alex Weaver, Senior Account Manager
Some people have pets. Some people have cats — which are much different than pets. Others have children… but I have plants.
I didn’t plan on being a plant lady. I mean, can anyone ever say they’re ready to own a plant? No. It just sort of happens one day after you’ve seen the thousandth Instagram post about someone’s lemon tree that is somehow thriving in a Minnesota climate. They make it look impossibly easy to plant, grow and care for these beautiful, fickle, living things and you think, “Hey, I think I could maybe get one, too.”
So, I did. And now I have 15-plus lovely plants to thank for that decision, with more on the way. From cacti to a split-leaf philodendron to unkillable vines and a fiddle fig leaf tree, these living things have sprouted, rooted and climbed their way into my heart, and I can’t imagine my life without them. They brighten up a room and make my little world, and home, feel alive.
It’s so wonderful when you find friends who have plants, too. Even better is when you both have the same type of plant – you can swap stories, share tips and commiserate over which fertilizer works best for flowering pants versus non-flowering plants.
But, I’ll admit being a plant owner is not without scary moments or frustrating times. They can’t tell you what’s wrong with them, so it’s a guessing game anytime they’re being sick or fussy.
“Does the yellowing leaf mean you got too much water or need more sun?”
“Is it too cold in here? Is that why you’re dropping leaves?”
“Ugh. Why aren’t you growing *this* way?”
And don’t even get me started about what happens when I go out of town – it’s madness! All of the rules and routines go out the window and I’m left to pick up the pieces when I get home – watering schedules are off, humidity is down in the room, leaves haven’t been wiped. Chaos, I tell you. Chaos.
That being said, I wouldn’t change a thing. My love for my plants has bloomed and taken new life outside of my home from styling flowers for camera practice to creating an urban oasis on my deck to a foodie flower workshop at Spruce.
I will admit, I sometimes think it would have been easier if I’d just gotten that Frenchie…