It all started when one of my roommates was given the charge of keeping a plant named Henry George, whose species is still a mystery to my roommate and I, alive. It's a beautiful plant with long lush leaves and no stem. My roommate had been apprehensive about plant-sitting because her plants have always met a misfortune or two. But out of her love for our friend, she is determined to keep this one alive. A week or so into our charge, this poor plant began to die leaf by leaf. Unwilling to present a dead plant to our friend, my roommate geared up her efforts, bought new pots and soil, replanted the plant, and nursed it back to health.
Inspired, I began to think that I may give growing plants a try. To be honest, the only plant that I ever kept alive was a small generic house plant that a sister at AMC, a church in Maryland, had given me after I stayed with her. I had been proud that this little plant grew a little and didn't die in my dim apartment at Duke. When I brought it home over the summer for my mother, who has the greenest thumb I know, it literally doubled in size and gave off several new shoots. Flabbergasted, I decided that I had better leave that plant at home with my mom where it could grow happily ever after.
Now I am going to try to grow a plant again, with the thought that if my roommate can put in such efforts to keep Henry George alive, then I can keep something alive.
So off I went to various plant nurseries in search of a suitable plant that's not too expensive least I kill it in one go. My brother and I found a nursery right outside our neighborhood. I never knew how delightful it is! Besides the beds upon beds of plants they had, they also had a gift shoppe with glass decorations that looked like colorful rain drops and mushroom from Alice in Wonderland.
They also had an exhibition garden where you could pick herbs for free. One of the workers even invited us to try their freshly picked English peas that burst with sweetness in our mouths. I took the liberty to buy their freshly picked strawberries, which filled my car with a warm, sticky, and sweet aroma that I wish someone can make a car scent mimicking it.
Alas, I decided not to buy my plant from this nursery and chose, instead, to buy the basic sweet basil and rosemary from the farmer's market. But it was incredibly fun just snooping my nose around this nursery and that, and finally bought the plants that I will attempt to grow.
Until next time! Follow me through my adventures of growing a plant :-).
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