Green Babies

I’ve had plants for years. Not just one or two, but enough to turn my home into a small, well-behaved jungle. Their green complements the decor of natural wood, eclectic finds, and warm textiles, creating a cozy boho feel.

My first real plant was an aloe I bought in my freshman year of college. I had grown up in a house of fake plastic plants and knew I wanted something alive. That aloe was tough enough to survive my mistakes, and it made the dorm room feel more like mine.

Plant nurseries (and used bookstores) became my solace, knowing that if I went into one, a green baby was coming home with me. With each new plant, I learned their unique needs. The light, the water, when to leave them alone. And who needed more attention? They don’t all want the same thing. Some are almost impossible to hurt, while others are very sensitive souls.

But what I truly love most is how they make a space feel. Not just decorated, but alive. I move them around with the seasons. I pay attention to where the sun lands in the morning, which corners feel too empty. And I watch their growth, turning and repositioning their pots to keep them upright and happy.

People notice when they come over. Plants bring a calming effect. Tending to them is like checking in on my little green besties. I walk around with a watering can, peeking under leaves and pinching off anything that needs a trim. They force me to slow down in a good way.

It’s not about perfection. Some plants throw regular tantrums, others are very easy-going. And that’s part of it. They’re not pretending. Even if it means sweeping up dropped leaves or repotting when things get out of hand, each plant is part of my home.

My green roomies.