Most people can agree that plants bring life to a room. A singular plant can make a plain and boring room seem much more welcoming and cozy. I found that I prefer people who like plants much more than people who don’t. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a house my mom overflowed with plants. Or maybe it’s because my liking of plants has skyrocketed recently.
Whenever I walk by a plant store, or the farmers market on Rittenhouse Square, I make it a priority to buy a new plant to add to my room. I come up with an excuse so that my dad will buy them for me.
Remember the A I got in this project? Don’t you think I deserve a plant so that it inspires me to keep up the great work? I ask him and it always gets him.
My small room with around 20 plants always seems to need more plants, so I get more, and I rearrange my room in a way where it can fit all of them comfortably.
The single window I have in my room was taken over by succulents that need the most lighting, and my small library that was once filled with sketchbooks, stuffed animals, and random tiny decorative things is now the home of the rest of my plants.
I love to wake up and see the new leaves and stems my plants have grown, and the way they all reach towards the sun. I love to see how my one purple plant that’s been close to dying since I got it, always transforms into a perfectly healthy plant after I water it. I love seeing how a full sized plant can be the product of just one leaf. I love learning the eccentric names of plants and wondering why they’re named like that.
Purple prince, Moon cactus, ZZ Zenzi (my favorite plant name as of right now), Mother-in-law’s tongue.
But I especially love having something to take care of and watch grow. Just as I do.