My roommate says I’m like Lennie from Of Mice and Men when it comes to houseplants.
She’s not wrong.
At the end of August, I bought three succulents for my apartment. By mid-September, one was dead. To be fair, I only overwatered it because I loved it too much. But hey, to paraphrase Meatloaf, two out of three ain’t bad, right? I still had 67 percent of my plants — until a couple days later. Disaster struck again, and another one bit the dust (literally, because this time I didn’t water it enough).
As far as my record goes, I was still going strong. By mid-October, I’d kept the remaining one alive for a full month and a half. I’d high-five myself on that accomplishment, if I didn’t forget about the last succulent over Fall Break. I came back to my apartment to a shriveled and dead plant. The horror!
So now that I’ve confessed to you my deepest, darkest secret, you’re probably scratching your head wondering what it all means: Why am I here? What are you doing? Why is there no macaroni and cheese? Let me explain.
This issue is our inaugural “Best of the Wasatch” edition. We’re bringing you round-ups of the best hikes, scenic drives, backpacking trips, camping locations, and more — all in the Wasatch Range. We want you to know the best places to get outdoors right in your own backyard.
So what does this have to do with my deadly nurturing of houseplants? The best part of the Wasatch for me is all of the beautiful flora … that can survive without my help (or harm).
@CourtneyLTanne
