I have never been very interested in plants and gardening, preferring to be cooking when im at a loss for something to do and in the house. I went through a phase where I had a little garden a while back and wholeheartedly threw myself into it, but I can’t say I miss it at all.
That was, until recently. I’m not sure whether it has come with age or whether its living in a flat with just the boy for company, so although rented it still feels more like home, but all of a sudden it’s really nice to add a bit of life to the place and personalise it.
I started with the purchase of 3 little pets; a trio of succulents. I love that they are each different, easy to keep alive and really cute.
Then I branched out to some herbs. My basil plant seems to be coming on leaps and bounds, but the same cannot be said for the chives (or chive, singular, as we were a little over zealous with the watering when we first started and I think drowned the rest) and the parsley that met its sorry demise this morning, after displaying signs of plant rigour mortis.
But now my interest is piqued. I have fallen in love with this little beauty, a bird house and bird co-habitat, and plenty of other gorgeous little finds. I’m thinking about getting it as a birthday gift for my Mother who is an August baby, as I know it would be right up her street too (I found it here).
Now all I need is a garden to house my burgeoning plant collection and my dreams will have come true; a little cottage somewhere where I can grow (with the help of someone who isn’t a plant murderer) the veg and herbs needed to cook. Perfecto.
Are you able to keep plants alive, or are you a bit “kill them with love” like me?
* This post was brought to you in collaboration with Uncommon Goods, but all opinions, as you have come to expect, are my own!