How Hard Can It Be to Keep a Few Plants Alive?
I am a murderer of plants, and this fact greatly upsets me. I got some houseplants a few months ago, because Pinterest is full of glorious plant-filled bohemian homes and I wanted my house to look like that. So I went to Home Depot, got some plants and planters and soil, and came home and put green stuff everywhere. I'm a Taurus, I can totally turn my house into a jungle, right? Wrong.
Cut to now, there are dead plants in the kitchen, dead plants in the bedroom, dead plants in the bathroom, dead plants all over. I put them in good soil with fertilizer, watered them about once a week, and made sure they got enough sunlight. I sat with them and talked to them and enjoyed their company. What did they do in return? They withered, dropped leaves everywhere, and died.
Am I missing something here? Where did I go wrong? I googled my black thumbs off trying to make sure I did everything in my power to help these plants flourish, and still they died. I know this doesn't seem like a huge deal, but those plants really brightened things up. When I felt anxious or depressed, I hung out with my plants, and they made me feel a little better.
I don't know what this post is supposed to accomplish. It certainly won't bring my plants back. Maybe I just want to rant. Maybe I need you to know that it's the little things that can help or hurt a person with mental health problems. Maybe I'm hoping one of you is a gardener or florist or something and will come to my rescue. I don't know.
This post has been brought to you by my current melodramatic feelings of frustration and inadequacy.