Feeling poetic today about plants!!
I became a plant parent for the peace, for the aesthetic, the vibes, the leaves. I thought it was watering once a week, a little sunshine, a compliment, done easy. But plants said, “Oh sweet summer child.” One day they’re thriving, perky, proud, posing like models in morning light. The next? Dramatic. Wilted like you personally betrayed them overnight. I’ve Googled things I never thought I’d need: “Why is my plant mad?” “Brown tips but spiritually okay?” “Can plants sense fear?” There are highs new leaves unfurling like tiny victories, roots peeking out saying we’re ready for more, that feeling of I did that as if you didn’t almost kill it last month. And then there are lows overwatering guilt, underwatering shame, moving it one inch and somehow ruining its life. You swear you followed the rules, but the rules changed without telling you. Plants teach patience in the rudest way. They don’t yell, they just… decline. Slowly. Silently. With judgment. Yet we keep going. We learn their moods, their seasons, their “don’t touch me right now” phases. We mess up, we try again, we whisper apologies while pruning. Being a plant parent is chaos and joy, trial and error, life and leaf loss. It’s accepting that growth isn’t linear for them, or for us. And somehow, through all the ups and downs, through the pests, the repots, the near-deaths, we grow together. A little wiser. A little greener. Still standing. 🌿 🍄Am I the only one feeling this way ? I wanna see some plant poetry comment some below please!!