I am a self-proclaimed terrible gardener. If it weren't for my husband's green thumb, all my plants would probably meet an early demise. Despite my inability to nurture them properly, I find myself utterly captivated by these living beings. It's their remarkable growth potential, unwavering resilience, and ingenious life processes that keep me coming back for more.
I'm endlessly fascinated by how plants thrive even in the harshest conditions, sprouting life in the most barren places. It's a testament to their adaptability and the remarkable tenacity of the natural world. I can't help but see parallels between their resilience and the human spirit.
My home has become a sanctuary for these green companions. I keep buying more and more of them, despite my track record of nearly killing them.
Each plant becomes my canvas, a living work of art. I paint their leaves, capturing the intricate patterns and vibrant colors that nature has bestowed upon them. It's a way for me to celebrate their beauty and acknowledge the inspiration they bring into my life.
So, while I may not be the best gardener, my fascination with plants knows no bounds. They are my muse, my teachers in resilience, and a reminder of the beauty that can be found even in the most unexpected places. In their presence, I find endless inspiration, and for that, I'll keep filling my home with these wonderful, green companions and their portraits.