There is this perfect little window in my kitchen that is made for plants. The light is bright, but not direct. It's in a place that's highly visible, but so not in the way. It's lovely, really.
Confession, up until now I've been a plant murderer.
Working events, I come home with herbs and succulents on the regular. I put them in said window and they die. Without fail.
It's time to change that.
I am almost 30 years old. I need to know how to keep a succulent alive. I want to be the kind of human that can grow a small succulent garden. I can do this.
So, I am repropagating and replanting old babies. Bought a few new plants. Set an intention. And started this little adventure.
Let me tell you. The struggle is real. I'm desperately wanting to be the best plant mom EVER, but I'm not even allowed to feed them. I wake up each morning, admire them lovingly, but I am not allowed to touch them. How dare they not need me. I know this whole "not needing much water" thing is what makes a succulent my perfect match. We shall see.
A lesson in patience.
Do you know any tricks? I need all of the help I can get.
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