Okay, I have a confession to make. I like plants. No. Seriously. I really like plants. At last count I have over 60 of them covering almost every available surface in my home. Yes. I am that person, the crazy plant lady. And I’m not overly sure how it happened. Much like my friendship with Bossy, my plant hobby/obsession just kind of sneak attacked me.
The truth is that I don’t have an overly green thumb, or I certainly didn’t used to. In fact I was rather notorious for forgetting to water my plants and leaving their brown, lifeless corpses in their pretty plant pots as a reminder of what a shit gardener I am.
And then I discovered the magic that is the aloe vera plant. They are indestructible. Don’t water it, no problem. Room a bit on the cold side, whatever. No direct sunlight, aloe don’t care. The aloe vera is like the cockroach of the plant world. I suspect it would take an apocalypse to destroy them and even then there might be survivors.
And they are prolific, constantly spawning wee, little babies to be nestled into yet another lovely pot for my windowsills. In the span of about two years I have gone from one aloe plant to a whopping forty. I know. I have a problem.
But because of these indestructible beauties, my gardening confidence has grown and I have branched out in ways that I never thought possible. Now, along with my army of aloes, I have ferns and spider plants and ivies and lavender and herbs for cooking. It’s like the freakin’ Garden of Eden in here. And I love it.
Who knew that all those weird gardening slogans were true? I get it now. I really get it. I understand why people love gardening. When I successfully grow something it feels surprisingly rewarding and I feel connected to the earth. It’s this beautiful reminder of how complex and amazing nature is. And as someone who spends a lot of her time at a keyboard sharing her thoughts with a virtual world, this sense of connection and wonder has become so important to me. It tethers me to the here and now, to what matters, to what is real.
So I am accepting my “crazy plant lady,” title with honour while I count down the days until I can get outside and get my hands in the dirt again. And until then I’ll just have to make do with all of my indoor lovelies and my secret notebook full of garden plans.