These days, our house is slowly starting to resemble a nursery, what with my absurd collection of houseplants. When I stop in at our local pet and garden center, it's like I can't help myself. And another plant will go in the cart.
Recently, I had the first houseplant I ever owned die on me. It was this little philodendron given to me EIGHT YEARS AGO by my residence hall director my freshman year in college. It's only when I have a plant die on me that I think about how something so small and seemingly insignificant has been with me through so much of my adult life and how crazy that can be to think I could have kept something alive that long.
These days, I've been giving some green thumb lovin' to a few new plants — ones that, if I'm lucky (and some times, with houseplants, that's what it comes down to) — I'll have around the house for years to come:
(From left to right): A succulent Nick bought me for Valentine's Day this year (yes, that is so me, forgoing the flowers to ask for a plant - ha!); my favorite, a jade plant; and a spider plant start that's flourishing from a larger spider plant my mom bought me last summer -- these guys are nearly impossible to kill (but a forewarning: cats love them)
These next two I'll confess I have NO idea what kind of plants they are, having lost their name tags after repotting them. I picked both of them up when I was home a few weeks back and went to Fort Wayne's Home and Garden Show with my parents and siblings. For house plant lovers, an expo like that is like heaven. Needless to say with one swoop around the expo circle I'd picked up this guy:
And this crazy plant that I just love. I'd never seen anything like it and no matter how much I've searched online, I can't find anything that comes close to identifying it. So for now, it's the nameless, Seussian-inspired house plant that rests on a ledge in my bathroom.
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