Good news: a plant survives

One day, I had the sudden urge to spruce up my apartment on campus. The living room and kitchen don’t get much sun. The walls are dark blue so the space was rather dark.

Plants, I thought. “Plants will brighten up the space.”

So, I headed to Home Depot hoping not to kill my new plants. In fact, I was lying to myself. My background with plants indicates that my thumb is the exact opposite of green.

“Plants!” I reconsidered.

“Maybe if I love them enough, they’ll live?” I was wondering.

Maybe, probably not.

I walked into the Home Depot nursery and faced a showdown of green – light green, dark green, forest green, lawn green. Some plants were big and tall. Others could fit in the palm of my hand.

I headed to the small plant section – cheap enough for a college student to afford and small enough not to take up too much of my already limited space.

A plant immediately caught my attention. It was pink! Then another, he was big and fluffy. And another, its leaves were striped like a tiger, white and green.

In 30 minutes, I put plants in my orange basket and put them back. I put more plants in my basket and then put them back. I finally decided on six healthy plants.

Ecstatic, in my apartment, I potted my new plants in colorful pots. I’ve arranged them in their proper places – two on the coffee table, two on the dining table, and two on the kitchen counter. Satisfied, I left my plants to themselves.

Over the next few weeks, I watered the plants whenever the soil was dry. I tried to make sure they got enough indirect sunlight, but somehow they were slowly wasting away.

“You have to name them,” said my best friend Holley. “If you want them to survive, you have to have a relationship with plants.”

This same friend says that bananas have feelings, I’m not sure I can trust his opinion.

I named my plants anyway – Esmerelda, Ferguson, Suzie, Bethel, Mr. Gibbs and Fluella. I don’t think they liked their names because their leaves kept turning brown and drying out; brittle, they would fall.

Contrary to what I had hoped, my thumb looked less green than ever. My plants were dying, after the point of return, except for one. One plant still thrived, Fluella.

Fluella stood tall and proud. Its stems were firmly planted in moist soil. Its green leaves were healthy and vibrant.

The other plants were declared insensitive on February 25 at 10 a.m., fortunately for Fluella. She received all the attention after her siblings passed away.

To date, Fluella is booming. She loves all the attention I give her. I think maybe I’m giving her enough love.


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