Some time ago I developed an interest in indoor plants. Initially it was purely for aesthetic reasons. But I've become fascinated with how they adapt to a particular room, or don't. And how they are constantly changing.
They have particular needs like all of us. They thrive in the right environment, or lose their luster and strength in others.
In a sense I've it therapeutic. Watching them grow is a slow process. It forces me to pause for a moment to observe them. And notice the subtle changes.
They helped me through a difficult experience.
When my mother passed away my son had a hard time understanding. He kept asking where Omi had gone. I wasn't sure how to explain to him what had happened. So I placed a terrarium in his room. Inside there is a little blonde lady sitting on a bench. I told him that she is like Omi. That she is in the environment now. In the sky, in the earth. And in a way sitting peacefully under the trees like she always enjoyed doing. The questions began to ease and it seemed to help both of us move forward.
It can be a lot of fun to find stylish ways of displaying plants within the home. In pots, propagating them in bottles, or having them fall from a hanging planter. Finding the right vessel is a great way to give them personality. Grouping a few together of different heights and species can also add interest to a dull space within the home.
Speaking from someone who has lost a plant or two, it does get easier once you begin to understand what they need. And it can take a bit of trial and error to get it right. But the end result is worthwhile. Bringing them into a home can help to create a really calm environment.
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