No biological clock here or anything, but I’ve been accumulating houseplants like whoa, with the goal of turning my apartment into some sort of leafy pet-child jungle. Ideally, most of my love objects would be low maintenance, yet able to tolerate my occasional anxiety-induced watering and fussing. While not every plant I’ve picked up in a postwork haze in the garden section of Orchard Supply Hardware fits this criteria, I’ve been researching proper care and think I might be able to avoid sending any of them to the plant pound (or plant heaven).
The major successes are my pothos. It’s nearly impossible to kill these guys. I love them! They’re beautiful and easy. I kept one alive for years at my old apartment, but lost it in the move; I plan to have at least two for as long as I live.
Sadly, my Dracaena Janet Craig in the dining room is showing tip burn just as is my poor Massangeana cane in the bedroom, also of the Dracaena genus. Much Googling has ensued to determine how much more/less I should be watering and misting and fertilizing. I will probably just need to buy a humidifier for my apartment—perhaps more than one. Same goes for the Boston fern, my fussiest plant child. I lost one already (RIP first fern!), and I now mist it twice a day to suit its humidity needs. Hopefully it hangs in there for a while (literally?).
The umbrella tree on my bedroom windowsill is the new light of my life. Despite not having blooms, it’s just as sprightly and hopeful as my flowering plants outside: kalanchoe (a succulent), sweet alyssum, and geranium. The key is to not over-water, which is so important that I’ve even made myself a little watering schedule.
Is this how it starts? Crazy Plant Lady in t minus 3 years?