Some people like to buy clothes and jewelry. I prefer to buy plants. I was not born with a green thumb. By trial and error, I have learned which plants thrive and which ones do not. It makes me happy to water my plants, rotate the ferns, and simply admire the flowers and greenery.
Boston ferns, striped ti leaves, mock orange, and hibiscus:
Red crotons. Note the little green leaves in the center of the plant. I don’t understand the science, but suffice it to say the green leaves will eventually turn red. It’s like perpetual autumn:
My darling anthurium plant on my coffee table. Eventually, the pink flowers will turn green and brown as they age and die. See the green flowers? They are dying:
Who needs a dog or cat? Aren’t plants better? They restore my spirit just as classical music does.