Have you ever wondered why people keep houseplants? So many of them end up dead or in a state of perpetual apathy.
Leaves turn brown, flowers dry to crisps and the soil becomes as hard as a brick. We water, keeping the faith that someday the plant will recover and be the shining jewel we were promised.
But they’re fickle creatures, given to temperaments that wax and wane with the light. Have we overwatered? Underwatered? Fertilised and moved around to different parts of the house?
I’ve bought three new plants lately. A peace lily, a deceana and a small palm like one I can’t remember the name of. All are still green and I water them every weekend. I even spray them with a little spray bottle, hoping the extra humidity will make them happy.
The stress is wearing. I’m sure life wasn’t meant to be this complicated but I love the greenery they bring to the room. For me, that’s a soothing element that lifts me up and nurtures my creativity.
Janis Linford
Janis is an avid reader and began writing her own stories in her early teens. Today she writes historical stories about spirited heroines and heroes, thrown together with plenty of exciting action. She lives in Australia with her husband, three children and a tabby cat named Milli. When she’s not writing she likes to garden and paint with oils.
