Ima tell you bout my plant

So I’ve got this plant on my windowsill. Well, it’s two plants that share a pot. One is named Planty, the other is Amber. And I bet there’s not another plant in the whole world named Planty. It’s probably the most unique thing I ever thought of.

Anyway, I got these two sister plants in 8th grade. Potted them myself. And then I named them and grew attached to them and put them on my windowsill where I quickly forgot about them. Except for twice a month when I water them. Most plants in our house only last a month or two, but Planty and Amber are pretty resilient. I used to think it was my very attentive care.

It’s not my attentive care. It is definitely not my attentive care.

So even with some neglect, these two plants continued to grow. By now, they’ve lived longer than any of the fish from my childhood (which isn’t saying a lot…)

Now, even though these plants are growing, they aren’t really thriving. In fact, there are times when they are barely clinging to life. Any day now, they’ll go to plant-and-fish heaven.

Since it’s hope week though we’re going to take this in a positive direction instead.

When it gets hard, Amber and Planty don’t give up. Sure they loose loose leaves and branches, but they just grow new ones. And then more new ones. They’re always growing towards the light.

And I just realized its been more than a month since I’ve watered them. I’ll be right back.

Planty and Amber just went through a hard time. But they made it through. And now they can finally thrive.

Just so we’re clear, me neglecting the plants is symbolic of their hard things that they made it through.

Oh wait.

I think I know why all my fish have died.