(I can’t take credit for the title – my suitemate/resident, Kiara, for 2015-16 said it at a potting-program I had with another RA. She’s a genius and if you don’t get the reference, just watch this).
Small disclaimer; I actually have the “blackest” (versus greenest) thumb on the planet, I’m fairly certain, because I’m so awful at keeping plants alive. That being said, I still really love plants. I love green things because they grow and they’re consistent.
We have a weird relationship. It probably has something to do with the paganism in all honesty. I just feel connected to the Earth, and plants are a part of that connection. Ideally, someday, I would like to grow my own food and cultivate a really organic, hippie lifestyle. Enough about that though.
Currently I have four plants in my room, all named after my friends for reasons I won’t get into, and all acquired in different ways. For example, one just started growing in the pot I had my tomato plant in after it died. So I just rolled with it. I also have a little bamboo shoot in my bathroom, a small succulent from Meijer, and some morning glory sprouts which I’m anxiously waiting to transplant to a bigger/better climbing-capable pot.
Hopefully I won’t kill any of these poor babies. I’m not so worried about the succulent or the bamboo, but everything else. Well, who knows what’ll happen there. I’m also hoping this summer to really begin amassing a plant army of a kind because I love how much more at home I feel in my room at school when there are growing things around. They aren’t as great as a dog – but they aren’t a bad substitute either.
Right now, they’re mostly just really nice to look at because finals, my personal life, everything going on right now, are all really running me into the ground so it’s nice to come back to my room and see such a peaceful array of living things.
Speaking of watering things – I should go do that now.
Wishing you all the best this finals week,