Ian is a huge lover of plants. Like, honestly he has mad love for them. I, on the other hand, hate things that depends on me for life. I'm sure I've mentioned this on the blog before, but I basically avoid animals, plants, children, old people, the works, because I don't want to be responsible for their well being. So, yeah, plants are out. They're just too much damn responsibility. Watering, ensuring sunlight, ugh. I quit.
But, then something happened. A couple of weeks ago, we saw a bunch of AMAZING cacti and succulents waiting to die at one of our local grocery stores. It appeared no one had even touched them. They were the undesirables. So, I brought four home for Ian, knowing he'd go bizerk. And then, before I knew it, the plant-lover bought 10 more and my house was overrun with these prickly little things.
On Sunday, we finally moved them out of their tiny little homes into some colourful pots. That's where my contribution ends. From here on out, they are Ian's responsibility. I will gladly look at them and enjoy their presence in our home, but there will be absolutely no love or water coming from these hands. Knowing my luck, I'd drown them anyway.
Are you a plant person?