Why Every City Dweller Needs a Plant Friend

27 September 2010

If my plant can grow in here, I can grow in here.

That’s how I feel about my bird of paradise, succulent garden, three orchids, money tree, and hangy plant. If there is enough light, water, warmth and care for a little chlorophyll to multiply, then I can grow here, too. My plants grow to remind me they’re happy. They don’t talk much. They just soak in the goodness around them and get taller and greener, edging slowly toward the light. They don’t need much. No pooper scooper, no fish food, no 6am walks or piddle pads. Just a little water and sun.

What I love most about house plants is that they’re alive. Can they feel? How are they born, and how do they die? It’s one thing to buy pre-cut flowers at the market, but weening an orchid to bloom is a pride-worthy feat. Outfit your home with plants. That lil morsel of life on your windowsill, kitchen table, desk or living room floor is what every City Dweller needs to grow.