I’ve seen those with green thumbs make plants thrive like magic. So then, must there be those with death thumbs?

I believe I’m doomed to the role of a botanical assassin. Example? I was given a small cactus, a gift to adorn my desk. “You can’t kill a cactus,” my friend said. It met an untimely demise within a week.

Nowadays, I warn everyone that gifting me a plant is akin to a horticultural farewell.

I wish it weren’t true, and I spent years and countless plant lives trying to change. Plant instructions were my companions, yet even their guidance couldn’t save the foliage from my botanical blunders. Many orchids, in particular, fell victim to my attempts to become a green thumb.

As a flower enthusiast trapped in a plant graveyard, the green thumb remains a mystical feat–something as enchanting as the life cycles of the very plants I, regrettably, fail to keep alive.

QOSHE - First Take: A Botanical Ballet of Life and Death - Cynthia Gerber Sun Staff Writer
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First Take: A Botanical Ballet of Life and Death

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15.01.2024

I’ve seen those with green thumbs make plants thrive like magic. So then, must there be those with death thumbs?

I believe I’m doomed to the role of a botanical assassin. Example? I was given a small cactus, a gift to........

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