When I was a little girl, I thought it would be so cool to have a real live plant in my room. My parents, who knew way more about my abilities than I did, agreed to let me pick out a cactus. Mom explained how it only needed a little bit of water, since it could store it in its stems.
I carefully placed it on my windowsill and gently placed a few drops of water in the pot. That whole day I was a very dedicated plant owner.
I might have taken care of it for more than one day. I don’t remember. But I DO remember pulling up my shade one day and thinking Oh yeah! I have a plant!
That plant, having been neglected for weeks, possibly months, was thriving. It had grown almost twice it’s original size despite my neglect. Or perhaps, because of it.
Many years later, I’m still neglectful of plants, trees, my garden, the lawn. Until Hubby’s parents died and we inherited a few plants from the funeral, I’d given up on having plants in the house. I realized how stress free it was to not have to care for yet one more living thing. I figured it was more important to keep the kids alive.
So I let the plants go, and let the garden go, but kept the trees and the lawn (at Hubby’s insistence.)
We’re not huge care takers of our lawn. We don’t water it, we rarely fertilize and spray for weeds, and we mow it only when absolutely necessary. Yet it looks beautiful.
As I was out mowing today, it occurred to me how much nicer our lawn looks compared to our neighbor’s. He’s a horticulturist. His lawn should be putting ours to shame. But his lawn gets mowed every other day by either him or his boys. And they cut it short each time.
His lawn is very patchy, has lots of clover, and appears to be stunted.
Ours is virtually free of weeds, thick and green. Seems like neglect is working in my favor again. By letting the lawn grow, the thick grass is keeping out the weeds, and leaving us with a carpet-like lawn. Not perfect. But so much better than his.
What I don’t understand is why neglect isn’t working for my bathrooms. I mean, I let them go for weeks, and when I go check on them, they’re not thriving at all. Well, maybe something in there is thriving, but it’s obvious they don’t like to be neglected.
So I guess neglect isn’t the answer to everything, although, after a few weeks of neglect my bathrooms look incredible when I finally do clean them.