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I am a serial plant killer. I woke up one morning last spring and had the undeniable need to grow something. I began scouring Pinterest for easy-to-grow herbs and flowers. I purchased a few planters and filled them with robust greens and colorful booms. Then I waited for the magic to happen.
The herbs turned out looking like I had baked them in the oven. The flowers were not the gorgeous, aromatic blooms I had envisioned in my lofty daydreams. They were pitiful, dwindling, near stick-like things that did not at all resemble those gorgeous blossoms I pinned on my board.
It went downhill from there. My new strategy was to bring the outside inside. I spent hours researching, watching videos, reading blogs, and interrogating anyone I thought might have some insight.
I decided to start with a Pothos plant. Online searches gave me hope with phrases such as, “One of the easiest plants to grow.” I went through two of them.
They start out looking robust and beautiful. Their green, heart-shaped leaves are thick with the promise of cultivating the green thumb in even the newest of plant parents. Then they come to my house.
After I had dispatched the two of them in about the same number of months, I decided my next victim would be an alluring peace lily that I had been eyeing at the grocery store.
Peace lilies are charming plants with rich, dark green foliage. However, what caught my eye was the description, “Easy growing, vigorous, sturdy.” I bumped that lily off within the month.
I was feeling defeated. I had dreamed of a lush living room jungle full of splendid flora. My dream withered away along with all those unfortunate plants that crossed my path.