#Microblog Monday 249: No Plant Chose Me
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If I worked in this office, no plant would choose me to be their friend because they would immediately pick up on the fact that I don’t like them. Even if they were a flowering plant. Actually, especially if they were a flowering plant. I dislike flowers, too, especially when they’re brought into a building as cut-flowers or a flowering plant.
I would be irritated beyond all get-out if I had to take care of a plant.
But an office pet? THAT I would be all over. If my boss gave everyone a hamster or a turtle to live on their desk and care for every day? I would be a very happy employee. Animals = happiness. Plants = irritation.
How do you feel about plants?
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Plants belong outdoors where I don’t have to watch them wither and die.
Plants and I have a love-hate relationship: I love them, they hate me. Or perhaps they love to die on me, I hate to see it happen. Basically, I’ve never met a plant I couldn’t kill, which makes me so sad because I love green things.
I’m not really into plants, but I’ll water one once a week if that’s all it needs.
I have one remaining plant and my daughter found out it is poisonous the other week when she ate some. It is a dieffenbachia aka dumbsbane, aka mother in law plant. When the leaves or stems are chewed they cause immediate pain and swelling in the mouth (sometimes making it hard to talk, hence the colloquial names).
I considered throwing it out but then decided to keep it as a reminder we do not put strange plants on our mouths.
On a more happy note my daughter also now has a garden outside and I’m hoping this is a positive experience.
I’m okay with indoor plants (but my husband usually ends up maintaining them. He’s really good at it.) I like growing vegetables outdoors but I need to do ones that don’t require a lot or I’ll get overwhelmed and bored. But I love cut flowers. The smell. The color. I think they always add so much beauty to a room. My husband knows that when I’m celebrating anything, I’ll always appreciate getting flowers. I always think of Barbara Cochran on Shark Tank once saying: “I hate to admit it but I probably spend more on flowers in a year than some people spend on food.” That would be me.
I LOVE plants!!!! Indoors, outdoors, love ’em! If it were up to me I’d have plants in every single room of the house but lately, I’ve been pretty down emotionally and caring for plants has been overwhelming so I had to give some away.
Well. I have a black thumb. I manage to kill pretty much everything inside and out. Even if I initially get seeds to grow, they never continue to flourish no matter how much care I give them.An office plant would stress me out.
Actually that reminds me…you know how the family gets to take home funeral flowers? Well my mom gave me a beautiful funeral plant from my grandmother’s funeral. And I was so terrified I would kill it, I gave it to my mother in law to take care of, because I didn’t want the guilt of killing the plant.
I like your idea of office pets but that would be so distracting for me I wouldn’t get any work done.
Probably not a good idea for me. I have killed almost every single plants in my house. Not an animal person either, so an office pet and I would not be the best match either. I am better off taking care of myself only.
I am into plants right now – mostly herbs, which would not grow in an office as they need full sun. However, I’m still a bit skeptical that this infatuation is going to turn into more than a passing phase because I have a decided “grey” thumb. I will probably be excited about the plants until they meet their untimely ends when I over or under water them, put them in the shade when they need sun, or forget about them and come back to find their desiccated shells in the pot. So…we’ll see :).
I’m with you Mel. I don’t do plants. I will (occasionally) admire them if they are outside and I don’t have to be involved in their care in anyway whatsoever. But, I want nothing to do with their care indoors our out, but especially in. First, I kill them. I’ve never met a plant I can’t kill in record time! LOL Second the pressure of knowing what is or is not poisonous and could harm my furbabies? That’s too much for me. And flowering? Someone would probably give me roses and kill me off….. nope, I’m out.
I love plants, indoors & outdoors, but I just don’t have the time — or, I’ll be honest, the inclination — to do the necessary work to keep them looking good — especially outside flower beds & gardens. (One reason we’re now in a condo!) I have two houseplants sitting on my kitchen counter/breakfast bar: one that my boss gave me, about 15 years ago. I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s fairly tall & kind of palm frond-y. Amazingly enough, I haven’t killed it yet. 😉 And a Josephus plant that I got as a party favour at a baby shower two years ago. I water them once a week & otherwise leave them alone.
Oh, I’d be GREAT with a plant, especially a flowering one. Not because my thumb is particularly green, but because I like having a little bit of nature around me in a non-nature environment.
A pet? I think I’d get waaaay distracted.
I do manage to kill every plant and flower I own, but I still love them, and don’t feel much guilt when they inevitably die. I mean, all flowers die at some point — mine just might meet their demise a little sooner. I’m not too fussed about it and appreciate them while they last.
But your comment reminded me of my grandmother. She, too, very much disliked cut flowers and indoor plants. But that was because her mother died (of a rotten tooth, of all things — that was before the age of penicillin) when my grandmother was just nine, and they had a wake and countless funeral flowers at home — for days on end. So since then, my grandmother had a very visceral response to the smell and sight of flowers, as she had associated them with her young mother’s death. And thus it was never flowers for her on her birthday. Only chocolate-covered cherries!
I don’t have much of a green thumb, but I like having spaces with plants in them so I keep trying. 🙂
Hmmm. I like plants. I love flowers. But I don’t really want to have to garden (it’s not therapeutic to me) or look after a house plant. I suppose if I was at work anyway, I might not mind though.
In the Netherlands we love our office plants. So much we have scientific research showing a decline in sick leave for offices that provide plants: https://www.wur.nl/en/newsarticle/A-plant-a-day-keeps-the-doctor-away.htm
And don’t you love the sight of a green mossy wall, it looks so furry and soft? A ‘plant company’ comes into our office to take care of the plants, so no worries about caring.
I quite like the look of some of our office plants here but I find the upkeep annoying. I forget to water them. I just don’t seem to have a green thumb
I currently have a cactus sitting on my windowsill at work. I should get more – we have great light. But in our last place, I had a jade plant that got so big I couldn’t repot it any more. It was supposed to go in the plant place here, but no one ever got around to finishing that space, so my jade plant died from neglect.
I have no houseplants at home – the only place with proper lighting is my bedroom, and we don’t usually have the blinds open.