No, this is not part 2 of a previous Plant Lady post, nor do I have a first Plant Lady to share with you at all. I do, however, have a tiny Buddha chilling under a couple funky "trees."
When I was a kid, there was a florist's shop on this one corner that we used to drive by all the time. It was kind of an awkward location--hard to get to because of the way the intersection was set up--but super prominent--again, because of the weird way the intersection was set up. To this day, I can picture the big "Plant Lady II" sign in my mind, and I can't help wondering: was there every a Plant Lady I? Or III? I may never know.
Anyway, I think I'm becoming a bit of a Plant Lady. Kind of like a Cat Lady, except without the lingering stench of feline urine. I keep seeing houseplants at the various stores I frequent and think, "Oh, I should take that home and water it and love it and it will be so happy!" and then put it in my shopping cart and away we go. It's like I can't help myself. Next thing I know, I'm pulling into our driveway with a rubber tree in my passenger seat and I'm not quite sure how I got there.
Is that even something I should be concerned about?
Maybe it's the nesting kicking in. Something about making our home a welcoming place for new life...or nurturing stuff...I don't even know. And all the plants do breathe some life into our place, literally and figuratively, which has been nice.
Still, it may be time for an intervention. I've got my eye on some
succulents that I really don't need but they're just so sweet and I want
(Let's just hope I don't inadvertently massacre them all. I don't have the greatest track record with houseplants...if you care to click over to this super old post you can read all about the time I killed a cactus. It was tragic.)