The black thumb

With love it is like a plant that you have to direct and manage around it, otherwise it will die.

Emma (my inner voice): With you all plants always die.

I’ve also heard a little bit about .. some can use a lot of water, some a little bit, then some are sensitive to light, others need a lot of light, some need it warm, others not.

Emma: Nobody said it was easy, also save your money and leave out the plants.

You already know that plants are good for the indoor climate and they also give us oxygen. So they are vital.

Emma: You even lose a cactus … you buy plants until they grow crispy and then you remove them. Save yourself the trouble. No matter if big or small, with or without flower, which origin .. let it be. It’s always the same. If it were only the houseplants, but we can’t handle wildflowers either. You stab yourself at the rose, you blow the dandelion away ..

I let the flowers do what they can do well. Well grow, smell and well sting and the dandelion scatters.

Emma: It’s nice, that you always let all the flowers be as they are and in the end you only hold the canceled stalk in your hand, which is no longer worth anything because it withers.

Does love also die, if you take care too much?

Emma: Right. I am for a plastic flower.

It is of no use to anyone. It don’t even look great.

Emma: It doesn’t do any work

It can also get dusty …

I would like to have a plant, one would be enough, but I don’t know how to look after it properly so that it doesn’t die …