I have never been much of a green thumb during my life. I have had a couple of mini roses that I have grown indoors over a winter and planted outside, but that has been the extent of my plant career so far.
I visited my parents at the beginning of autumn and my Mom gave me a Devil’s Ivy that she had started for me from her plant. She had though it was a Philodendrum because that’s what she was told at the store. Upon further investigation while doing my research on how to take care of a Phil, I discovered that my “Phil” was actually an “Ivy”. My mom had made the mistake of having my Ivy outside in the blasting hot sun and the leaves were yellowing a bit. Once I got Ivy home and up on my bookshelf between two windows in indirect light, she flourished.
As Christmas presents to a couple loved one, I tried my hand at propagating a couple of clippings from Ivy, with two more promised once she regrew from her clipping. I was excited to find out that I had been successful and couldn’t wait for Ivy to grow more so I could propagate her more.
I have been keeping my Mom updated on Ivy’s condition and my propagation attempts and she warned me that plants can be addicting. She was correct about that. The past couple of days, I have been rearranging my living room and organizing it so that I can make room for more plants in the future. I also rescued another Ivy and a Polka Dot Plant from the grocery store last week, both of which were in pretty rough condition.
I brought my new rescue plants home and repotted them in some fresh new soil Miracle Grow soil that promises they will grow twice as much. I trimmed up my rescue ivy and planted a few of her clippings in hopes that they will grow. I have also started two more clippings from where Ivy regrew from her first clippings. At the beginning of last week, I had one lonely little Ivy, and now, I have 6 lovely little plants, 3 of whom are going to new homes when I am sure that they took.
My mom is right, I am addicted, but you know what, plants can be a healthy addiction, not only for the mind, but for the soul as well. I have been having BG help me in my plant endeavors so that she too, can enjoy taking care of plants. I am finding that taking care of plants and watching them grow, is very therapeutic, especially to battle a little bout of cabin fever!